Soft Clay Poem by RIC BASTASA

how can i divorce a wife who keeps me posted about my whereabouts
briefs me about her likes and dislikes
washes my brain and lets go my mind
to
our mutual desire to be always together
wherever and whatever
oh!
my mind is as soft as clay
and she shapes it with her loving hands
into very nice pottery

i used to like to wander
and then i ponder

my wife is still the best
excelling from among the rest

she lets me fly away and here i am
coming back to her arm like a very meek lamb