Breakfast Is Ready Poem by RIC BASTASA

(7: 45 in the morning)

to choose between a
hot breakfast ready on the table
and finishing another poem

i choose the breakfast
together with my wife

this poem can be suspended
in time
and become another unfinished
act of creation
by a man wanting to fill this
world with poems

after a while
when i have my fill and when
i make some nice conversations with my wife
and my dog beside the table
looking at me
for a piece of fried pork
when the sipping of coffee is over
when i finally wipe my
chin with the sky blue napkin
when i consider
eating as finally over

as promised
i will come back again
and finish this poem

and there is something
nice in this
act of creation
you feel it

it is warm like the hand of
a beautiful woman
it is as hot as ever
like this wanton desire

lovely,
as lovely as you love each letter
of the word
of your poetry

i am feeling it in the bone
of my soul