Focal Point... Poem by RIC BASTASA

what you are telling me is that you lack focus

i imagine what focus is

when i was a child i held a magnifying glass
and focused it to a ball of dried weeds

i got light from the sun

and of course the ball of weed turns into a ball of fire

i see the sun as the center of the universe inside my heart

i remember what you need: focus

just be careful, you will burn a ball of planets

soon you shall see a conflagration in our universe

all of us

not just watching but burning


now, with focus, comes what you think is success,

be careful, we may never find each other again


me? look at me? i am out of focus, i once burned all my books.