Time And Fear Poem by RIC BASTASA

you like time that way
clockwise always like the hands of the clock
stopping is prohibited
like you are broken
a disease

you are time
you move with accuracy always at a certain point
no past just the future
not staying longer with the moment

that is what people are supposed to be
always moving on
no crying over spilt milk
nothing overwhelming with the past

sometimes i just sit in the corner and watch
merely curious of what we are and what am i for real
i let time go and i stay and i relax myself a bit
unmoved, unmoving, i become an object of your disdain
theirs too

a clock without hands
what can i be? a man without feet
with hands but never using any finger

i look at the world like i do not belong here
i sit obeying no one
i deny the sun and i am not talking with the moon

and i see a time bending before me
begging for me
praying that i may go with it or i be left out dying slowly
i am staying and i am waiting

they ask me why i am doing all these
for what reason? under what justification?

and all that i can say is that i am no longer afraid
i have enough of what i really need
to know to have to hold to cherish

and finally to give everything away