The News About Tony - Poem by RIC BASTASA
when i learned the other day that tony my classmate in philosophy has become Jesuit provincial i did not take that as something that must be envied as something that must make a man greater than himself or anybody else.
what he is is what he is. a stone is a stone. birds shall always be birds and sky changes nothing every fading every rising of the sun.
every run that runs is still nothing but run.
running is running in the run.
the basic man. simplicity nothing more like a petal that a flower owns
it cannot boast anything of it to the sun who knows every second.
shedding off. wearing clothes. going to another place.
putting bags in a hotel room after a plane ride.
all these are but fabrics of time in our body.
i am into a choice of oblivion. Every track i have i keep on erasing.
each day is a note. Like a magnet decor on the ref.
Like a word that i say to you. Like this poem that you read which
shoots like a sigh in the air.
what do you see? nothing. What have you heard? come to think again.
Come on. Come to the conclusion. Everything here is nothing.
This is not the place.Neither is this the hour.
Tony is not happy. And so Am I. That is the truth that the empty earthen jar has been preaching to the mountain when we left it there
sipping rain, keeping sunshine.
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