Before I Slip.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

forgive this
one my dear

i know it
fails your expectations

you love details
and color and scent

you love all the
particulars of the
human moment

each hour, even each
second
counts

a snap is needed
the sound of the clicking
of the knob
and the ticking of the
clock
inside that
vacuole room


but i honestly admit
i am busy
and busier than ever
i say what
i want to say and i
write what
is in my mind this
very moment

i have set aside
details
perhaps tomorrow or
on a sunday

when my feet are rested
upon the waves of the sea
when my mind hangs like
a baby on a cradle

or a depressed woman upon
a hammock
waiting for another
session with Sigmund.

i got to go
i have promises to keep
and miles to go
before i slip.