Eating Words For Breakfast - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

Some things are better seen on the left side
of course some like it at the right side equating it with the right place

propriety, that sense that we must exist in harmony
like leaves on the wind, wings of birds on its side
trees growing up
heliotrope realities and accepted codes of conduct
that serve as pillars of
a wholesome existence

most of the things survive, and this i have seen,
when they are at the middle

we all know, we have done that, we have always longed
and craved for that center

man, woman, could they be the center of this universe?
God is the accepted one and that He cares

central to our meanings, perhaps, love and sacrifice,
or perhaps by merely saying that i am here because here is here

did he not climb Mt. Everest for no other reason 'because it is there'?

you must have noticed how i mumble today, how i have been eating words
for breakfast

how last night's madness have thrown me into a waking island
fireflies on trees, lighthouses in my temple, boats sailing in the oceans without compasses and maps

well, it is just like that. We begin to love now this ability of
not having to really know, this talent of not having to understand fully

because we cannot explain and because we do not want to anymore.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 8, 2013

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