Waking Up One Day... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it must be funny &
ironic, for all the days of my life,
my mind acts like a sponge
absorbing all
about you: the past, the present
and the future, all but
ghosts,
my Christmases have all
been rags,
and valentines days kitchen
sinks,
all the while i am sinking to the
bottom of the madness
of oceanfloors
when you are there cruising
enjoying the horizons, the crushing of the glaciers,
snow bears catching fish,
eskimos welcoming you
in a party somewhere in the
farthest pole

and then i wake up and begin to sew
a tattered piece of my shirt
on needle new on golden threads
hot tea on my side
black forest cake
on the table.