The Hole In The Jar..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a hole
of this huge earthen jar
round and
shaped like a doughnut
which gapes itself open
throughout the night

the meaning of its existence
seems to lie on its
much liked activity of sifting
and sipping air and storing
all of it inside its
oval shaped belly

this it does without quitting
steady and consistent
and seemingly unperturbed by
those surrounding it
to name some the stones and
the vines
even the old trees which are
getting worried about its
meaningless hoarding

air of course is inexhaustible
no one should have been bothered
but it is not the air
it is the sifting and sipping and
hoarding
it is the limitation of choices
the dying as the clouds are
whispering to the waves of the
sea
to the starfish and the sea
porcupines

the stars know what the problem is
at night when everyone rests the
earthen jar sings its emptiness to
the sky
the moon is shaken with empathy
and the inexhaustible space of the
galaxy
tries to comfort its
anxiety

' dear jar
you are not alone.
Take it for it
is real

sincerely yours,

Galaxy'


p.s

keep the journey
live the moment
keep yourself open.