In Between The Rush Hours Of The Day Poem by RIC BASTASA

imagine a sandwich
two square breads with same boring faces
to make it viable
we make it taste good by putting some fillings
some prefer the usual ham
and cheese with pickles
and lettuce leaves


imagine too ourselves
what lies between us to make this relationship work
some fillings
don't put indifference
we had tasted its bitterness and
blandness
let us try the usual
excitements of
the unknown
something we have not tried before
to places we have not been
too
perhaps we can be strangers again
not knowing what rivers are
or the reason for the stars

or perhaps we be children again
pointing our small fingers to the moon


imagine too my rush hours
words are coming in trains and
bullets
and i am bombarding with blacks and whites
and bold
too heavy to my sight

i have learned how to take the break
the fillings in between
a poem here and there
amidst the sour faces of lawyers
the sadness of the victims
the twisted jaws of
the culprits

there are words that must please
there is world that must
cohabit happiness
be it in the mind or somewhere else
i grab it.