The Black Stone Of My Being Poem by RIC BASTASA

i never want to disregard this
stone
it is shiny and too black for a stone somehow
and no one wonders
how come i am keeping it and hiding it as a gem
you may believe that it isn't
but it shines and it is black as ever
it is comforting my palm
keeping the lines there at course
like the orbits of the planets
this is the stone of my being
it keeps me sane
it makes all the bones connected to one another
it makes me whole again
and so back to it i never want to disregard this
it is shiny and blacker than any of my
sad nights
it makes me feel that i have somebody at hand
i know it deludes me
but it does not matter
no one wonders anyway
if i am still sane.