The Loneliness Of The Usual Churhgoer... Poem by RIC BASTASA

a man was sitting on the road
and this woman who is always the incurable churchgoer
passed by and the man asked her
why
what is in that church that attracts her
like a magnetic field

and she answered with an ironic twitch on her face
because i worship God and God is in that church

(Is God not everywhere? the man asked his heart and soul
but dared not to insult the woman
whose life is enclosed on those four walls and
old pillars

none of his business anyway but as he looked on the woman
who is not that old to still love he arrived at the conclusion that the
woman needed more love from
a lustful man than
her memorized prayers

but of course, it is none of his business for he is a lustful man
and lived in his silence and
loneliness too)

both are junctions and both have successfully traversed
their parting ways

sad world indeed, people not discovering the truths about
their longings

could have been perfect
but never.