The Past...Now, It Is Just You And Me. Poem by RIC BASTASA

i speed away from the past,
it has no use
i tell myself the future has more to say
i scurry for the present items: a pen and paper
draw a leaf, imagine the sun, and a little space
for something that is yet to come,

last nigh the dreams take revenge
it is the past that i choke and bury and they are too many
a gun aims by the road towards the glass window
piles of books in the dormitory still unread
the lights do not turn off till morning
the food in the platter is light and i so think is deficient for my hunger
there are those who stay in the house laughing
about what i am doing....and the car is missing..

i am quick to this. i wake up, turn on the switch and face the
fluorescent light,
the magic has always been
a simple glass of cold water,

then i am back again: it is only between you and me and the rest?
mere peripheries.