The Desired Law Of Motion Poem by RIC BASTASA

we are not lost
our feet are merry on the ground
they have the agility of
horses in the wild
we think sometimes that we are
and people wonder why
and we have all the answers
why we think seemingly lost
in our stable positions

they say
those boats safe in the harbor
are no longer boats
but anchors themselves
and the sea
with contempt finds no use
for their sails

their keels rust
and each rust turns to dust
and each dust
become part of the
floor
whose mouth is as big
as a bay
and swallows all of their
history

we are not lost and so we think
when our feet though like those of wild horses
are steady on the ground

and the mountains are angry
and the air summons the storm
and the earth gapes to spit its fire
on that complacency

our world moves
our galaxy moves
and there is no sound reason
why we should not
be moving
with all of them

for it is a conclusion
standstill and you are lost
forever