The Usual Sweet Fruit..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

sooner you realize
that relatives are just
relatives

there is no genuine grief
for our misfortunes, in fact,
secretly, they take vengeance
upon that happy feeling
that finally you have become
one of them.

i realized this late and since
then i felt that i am happier being
alone rather than be surrounded with
all those fake faces.

henceforth, i begin taking selfies
while dining in expensive restaurants,
cruising somewhere in Alaska,
savoring museums in Vienna,
taking my spa in Reykjavik, or simply
taking more time strolling in the
streets of London.

this December there will be
a grand clan reunion and so i am
coming back home
to be with siblings, and relatives,
stronger in the belief
that despite everything,
i still got roots, though i am
not bearing anymore the usual
sweet fruit.