Savor The Moment And Let It Last Even Without You. Poem by RIC BASTASA

this is Sunday morning
and what you have is fever
a sore throat and a mind which
wants nothing but to be rested
on a pillow

others have gone to a picnic far
away from town
some friends agree for a hunting ground
to kill birds and ducks
some have opted for a dinner buffet
in the city

'what is the matter with you? ' a friend
from New York is asking
'you cannot waste your life, there is so
much to offer.come to New York' he eagerly
makes the tip

my life is here
rotting and i want to be everyone's
fertilizer.

'just a joke, i tell him'
i am going swimming and it is heavily raining here'
would you want me do it for you?

and there's the irony of it all
fan in winter, hot soup in summer.
as always, dislocated life, wrong timing,
wrong person, wrong attitude,
everything seems to be wrong

from the point of view of others
who, after all, has not fathomed what
happiness really is.

so simple. savor the moment and let it
last even without you.
hear the chirping of the birds
on the heat-season of their aviary romance.
more eggs on their nests.
more fledglings, everything new
helpless and so lovable.

as is, where is.