Sometimes It Is Nice To Be Away Poem by RIC BASTASA

away from the usual colors
today he wears black from head to toe
it is hot and the heat stings and the black color you know
absorbs everything he feels
like he is blazing with fire
from his blackness
a black heart
a gray choice of the part of day
gloomy parks at night
with only one neon

sometimes you are on fire
and Holy Goodness
you do not want to put it off

you are like the burning bush
and your soul takes off
sheds off
its slippers at the entrance door

well, sometimes, sometimes
we like not to understand
we miss the mystery of our own ignorance
and we take pleasure
with what we hide

something like a burning heart
beside a volcanic magma
a different joy and yet so alone
making stones and instant cliffs

no one bothers
that is the ecstasy of it all
when no one bothers
when you become a child again watching through the glass window
on your favorite toy
the red one
with stripes of black