X3 Poem by RIC BASTASA

one's fixed finally
like a fly
on that sticky paper
unable to remove
its legs from
those limitations

the wings are useless
the winds are of no help
the wings of the the mind
cannot uplift
where the body is stuck
with the connivance
of the pelvis
and the hands

dichotomy...
that gap between the
flesh and spirit

must be dovetailed
by a prayer of mercy
the faith that makes
us sleep
when the eyes are
too weary