To Let Go What Clots Inside Poem by RIC BASTASA

How can fun
be alone? how can one finger
clap?
how can love be just
a man?
how can this earth
be a mere stone?
how can i see this universe
as a grain
of sand?
how can running be just with
one foot?
how can i be happy
without you?

i can be.
sad in a room.
alone in a bus trip.
sleepy on the plane.
lost outside the hotel.
i can be.
myself, but it is
too
tight, and the pressure
gets too high
that i have to whistle
and then walk in the middle of
the night
to let go what clots
inside