...A Little Of That, A Little Of This.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

in the middle of all
these struggles
to live
we must abide by that
myriad compromises

a little of courage
a little of rashness
a little of cowardice
a little of attack
and by all means
sometimes we try the
betterment of
surrender

take a little of myself
not much
in the same manner that
i do that to you

a grain of sand
a drop of rain
a chunk of wood
a pebble for a dabble

by the window
a little of sunshine
not that much for
it could be blinding

a bit of love from you
a pinch of mine
the rest remains in
that beautiful dread
of empty moments

and then we take the
fill
and start again for
another maze of mess

'what a lovely night
to such a bland wine!
what dry lips are these
that shall kiss mine'