My Feet And Hands Never Fit Poem by RIC BASTASA

YOU keep a box
like my size
my head is still larger
than that
my body much bigger
and my feet and hands
never fit

I keep the movement
between here and there
like time and home
and chasing and hiding
and saying and
then in my chosen time
this silence

You keep that box
and you call me and say
This is your home and
You live here
You'll have no worry
about growth and change
This is the place of
painless plunges

I know my name
Every curve and edge of
my Body
I take these fingers as friends
and rivers
My self is not your boat
My mind not your port

I am myself and my secrets
I have a home and this
Comfort room
This tower, and this vision.....