Moonyeen Poem by RIC BASTASA

frail lady Emily Dickenson
That is moonyeen
the girl of the night of chat
the student of the law website
asking questions
about some directions
what to do with her life
where to go
why
she is asking why
she is asking me why
i am making all things hard for her
as i threw questions of law and facts from a pile of law books

while i keep on writing my poetry and enjoying every situation
she has to read her
political law
her constitutional law with utmost logical objectivity

she is asking why i have made life hard and harsh for her
why i am cold and damp setting high standards on her legal studies
as i enjoy my craft of writing poems everyday

for days she is sad and would not chat
she shuts herself to all her difficult questions
while i
have sweet conversations with myself

i know her predicament though
she burns her candles with the law

while i sit peacefully under the cool shades of the trees
reciting all these love of life this zest for living

on the other hand moonyeen had to study her law
submit to the definitions of justice and equity

i have had all of that unjust stuff for years those dusty law years
and they serve no other purpose but for me to earn my living
to support my poetry and my love for this silly stuff
nonetheless makes me fully human fully alive!
these poetry which at the end will render
a disposition

who ever told you that life is fair?
whoever told you in the name of all our laws that life is fair?

that is the question assigned for moonyeen not just for this semester
but for the whole span of her lifetime

while i make my poems and read them all alone for myself.