My World Is Not Interesting After All Poem by RIC BASTASA

My World Is Not Interesting After All



what you do not know yet
of course
is interesting and so
since you have not known
much of me
you find me
a subject
of interest

you keep on tracking me
like a path
that may lead you to
a certain
discovery, and you followed
me
religiously, and i
did not ask you to stop
or refuse
your insistence,

i have nothing to hide
somehow
you have only to know
every part
of me and then
you have reached
my world

surveyed every word
object, thought,
aspirations,
dreams

yes even my dreams
and
you figure out
some possibilities
in symbols
like a dot
or a scribble in stones
or veins
on leaves
and their meanings
and hear
all their claims for
a certain nuance

and then
you finally find that
there is nothing
interesting at all
in my own open world
like a field of hay
or spread of
sunshine

something
that you can identify with
like
being lost, or sad
or panicky

(do you expect an
explosion
or a pandemonium
of falling
and failing
objects?
a volcanic eruption
or the rage of
the seven rivers?)

after all
is a mountain with
green grass
and heavens with
blue skies
interesting at all?

you do not have
to say goodbye
your silence is
enough
for me

there is no war in
my world
there is no destruction
there are no relics
worthy
of my past
there are no worms
in my humus
no fleas in my carpets
no lice inside
the locks of my hair
no stings or strings
attached to
my bones

you see
i am not interesting
at all

do not blame me
i have already told you about that
at the prologue
of my first word.

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