The Misfortune That To A Writer Fell Upon.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

what i learned was not
the case of an instant coffee with
readily available cream.

no, it isn't.

i walk for five days.
pass a river eight times.
climb a mountain for
a week.
i tell you
there is no rest.
not a second.
it is not prohibited
it is not
not just available.

it is not a race for
time,
it is just the inevitable.
something you cannot
avoid.
a life time
a life style.

oh it was an arduous
task, a very hard journey
and it is not
worth telling.

however, when i begin
to write,
it cannot be avoided
it shows itself.

unnecessarily.