Living The Moment.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

every morning
is an offering
of what i can be...

there is no bother
what lies ahead

for i live by
the moment
it is like a bowl of
noddles
at the breakfast table
which i savor
with fervor

as the news on TV
flashes
the recent clash
between two warring
groups
competing on some
murderous
ideologies

they are killing one
another
over a strip of
land

they say
their gods have
inspired them
to annihilate the
other
like pests over
the cornfields

the news goes on and on
from one violence
to another

kidnapping for ransom
abortion
fetus thrown in the river
pollutions of the air
and the minds of
people

i like the taste of
this sea food noddle
and then i will have
a ripe papaya
for dessert.