What Actually Happens..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

what i meant was
i am in no position to judge you
so i won't
i simply paint the picture
of what is there
i will not even decide what color
what intensity
it is that which i see which tells
and dictates
what should be done in that situation.
yet what i have written says
the reverse
my eyes are failing me
my thoughts are escaping and work
against each other like siblings
quarreling for inheritance from their
dead ancestors
my hands cannot sing
my feet are moving in different directions
it is a falling house
and then the burning comes
the ashes speak more in their silence.