He Is Just Moving.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

come to think of it,
i always tell him, why
are you so preoccupied
with sorrow?

why not joy? why not
the excitement of tomorrow?
why not bliss? there is
so much blessing to be
embraced?

and then he retorted,
why me? and why not you?
tell me, are you happy
that i am sad? would you
take sadness away from
me?

these are two faces in one body.
this is night and day.
this is just the other half of
the whole story.

i could go up on the stair
and i could go down later,
is this not hard to see and
understand?

do not mind me, he said,
i am just moving.