In Not Correcting The Wrong Notions.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i did not correct
the wrong notions.

he will not believe
what is sculpted.

it shall remain in
the stone
of his faith.

when we see
each other,
just this morning,

i give him a stare.
and he stares in
return.

everything is definite
the house is inside
the fence.

Ducks keep
quacking.

i have my own
dead chickens too.

He keeps my goats
but i do not mind.

i do not wish
to take control of
his clouds.

i have my own sea
to keep
and my oceans
are deep
as usual.

he destroys a world
so many worlds
hoping to destroy mine.

this time i keep
things out.
birds fly away.
as i always do.

i give them
every freedom they
want on the
power of their
wings.