29 January Poem by RIC BASTASA

Aquarius goes on to acquire
50 hands

more faces, water, droplets of rain,
more fingers, twigs of trees
more feet, roots and more roots and more capillaries

more of these nonsense, foolishness of men
wisdom of God

less reason, junk food, broken computer chairs, dragging hours,
more emotions, flowers on my bed, candles by the side of my bathroom

stay more on the left side of the brain, giving justice for the lost moments,
striking the chords of despair and repairing the broken strings of awe,

why not? why limit myself to usual possibilities of office, home, church, work,
honor, position, pedestal

when the mountain ranges are waiting, less trodden paths where only my two feet fit,
muddy rivers, pigs, doghouses, bee hives, chase and chase myths

on the 29th, i like being away from me.
i will meet myself as a stranger, offer it hot tea on cold morning,
no asking of where it hails from, and where it is going,
just being together, mirroring, no teasing, no guilt,
no comparisons,

i keep on writing for no one.