Your Own Universe.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

regarding this matter
good manners are out of the
question

to say you are excused is
irrelevant to say you are sorry
is immaterial this matter

of the heart and this matter of
survival on one hand are private
pursuits inside some dark and

hazy rooms where the hands are
groping also for such definition of
terms such as: what is happiness?

such as: is this freedom? is this
good? or fair? amidst the ocean of
personalities, one faces the other

glum and plum and grim and prim
and bull and ram: so be it, take
flight, let go, cry alone, be bitter
but not for long? you learn to

mumble and talk to yourself, nonsen
sically, and bruised and framed and
rising up like the sun again into

a window, glassy and transparent,
at first without meaning, but then
grappling with all these realities,
one builds a sky again, a universe,
one sun, one moon and lots of stars.