Loving It.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am not good at
discerning which is more
important

i mistake the importance
of the fish with
that hook, and the fist with
that watch,

i am not good at it,
i accept, the way i compose
poems instead of making
more out of life, its sap
and bones,
its eyes, i must have
been blinded a long time
ago,

you laugh at me, this
emotion thing, this sunset
irrelevance,

i should take another car,
move to another house
give more importance to my
state,

instead i went to mt. nebo
contemplated on the sculpture
of the serpent and
the cross of moses, and you
give up on me....


meanwhile, i move on.
and i love it.