Things Pass You By In The Most Simple Manner Poem by RIC BASTASA

sometimes i feel so guilty
knowing that
things pass me by without
so much complication
no fuss
no complaints whatsoever

like when the leaves start
falling
on a windy summer
on a very hot day
facing the penultimate moment
of their
unnoticed existences

like the way the sun sets
ending itself
surrendering to the power
of the dark night
as though it is being eaten
slowly

or the pond drying itself
giving all its water
to the greedy sun
the king of the drought
taking away everything

no screams
no suits
no letter of protests
no hunger strike
no wars
no violence against civilians
or bombing of markets
or mosques
no taking of hostages
or exploding trains
and shooting pilots
in the air

the world spins slowly
completing its journey for the day
many things happened
since dawn
but just the same i never heard
any scream
at the top of its poles

and i wonder
how i sit here all day long
staring at the horizon
and beating the rails
with a stick
figuring our so many complications
when things would have been
simpler
if i did not use my mind
or wish that things should have
been this way
or that way

things are simple
event are simple
and i begin to realize
i, must be simple too
less the pain
less the thinking.