Our Mouths Are Singing Poem by RIC BASTASA

last night
i was a flat tire

it is the usual
deflation that

makes me sleep
and she is not surprised

anymore why we keep
this matter happen

the reasons are laid
on the dinner table where

the food has gotten so cold
and the mantel unchanged

we keep busy
that is the only way to live

we keep ignoring
that is the only way to learn more

and keep the parts of the house
intact the furniture stable

on four feet on dusty existence
on days that we let go

because there is no more reason
to make them different so

we can stop and gaze for a while
and say we love to be here

when the news of any disease come
we do not think anymore of hospitals

or recall the best doctor in town
or whether we sacrifice time for it

it is enough it is enough
our mouths are singing

we do not think whether we
have gone crazy

we have no time for all these
we think of place far, so far away

and if there is only one that offers
eternal shelter we are ready

to set aside home, kin, and
memories