The Comfort And Ease That We Embrace In Certainties Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is always comfort
in something certain
basics of life: where to go what to do
when it is finished

there is ease
knowing what a chair is all about
or the exact time when
darkness comes

but there is something more
something that we perhaps all know
there is calamity too
in being certain
in the flowing and the expulsion of the
tight hold of the bud

how can one face the sun?
when wilting is certain sooner than thought
how can one face the mirror
and count the factitious of years
the shedding of masks
the slow showing of the first bone
of the skull