Happier Poem by RIC BASTASA

logic can be so tiring,
though sweet and straightforward
but it can be too exacting

and sometimes it does not work for us
it serves us a bowl of
destruction
less the imagination
hating the temporary cure of a fantasy
an illusion of glass
and light
and the provision for smell
of rare oils of lavender and
lemon

do you know that i have given too much reasoning
in exchange for the cold glass of
passivity?

i mean, just sitting down thinking about nothing
discarding the formula for living

like a bowl of clay under the sun
containing upon itself the song and caress of
sunlight

so gentle like a waft of air
around its ring

it is when i discharge what i have
when i surrender what i think i must be
that i become
fully alive


logic can be murderous
not allowing any twist of fate
on solid predictions
of this and that
with no allowance for a miracle

logic can kill us
how can it entertain other possibilities?

it is all numbers and facts
for which life is not.

i embrace possibilities now
as logic taunts and laughs

i am patient, i listen, i entertain what is hidden
from the grasp of the hands of theorems.

you see, i am relaxed, you should see the smile in my face
happier than the morning sun
the morning daisy.