Two Thoughts.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

in bed this morning before she wakes up
for prayer she looks at the calendar at the side of the wall
and says that the days are running so fast
it will be March and she is looking forward to a trip
in Thailand

all the while my mind is focused on those leaves falling
from the dying tree on the yard
i am thinking of the fungus and the rotten barks
the roots unable to hold anymore the tree's crown

she wakes up, dresses for the church's first mass
definitely, though i do not have to tell her
we're still bound (there must be a better word for this)
we're still on everything together....