A Poem Is Breakfast Poem by RIC BASTASA

A poem is a breakfast for me
in seven courses: an orange, grilled port,
steamed rice, lettuce and onions and tomatoes
a cup of coffee, a slice of forest
cake

but this is still not enough for me
any poem, breakfast or lunch or dinner

can always make me feel hungry
any juice or coffee
always can make me thirsty

God is somehow different
He is neither water or coffee or orange or apple

My thirst shall be quenched
My hunger satisfied in the coming of my own time

and then poetry shall be dead

and then poetry is no longer the breakfast in seven courses
that i am always taking

and then poetry is gone but you know too well that it will be
in another person's heart

ready for another taking in another breakfast
table.