Where Rest Is Real Where Rocks Stand. Poem by RIC BASTASA

because you expect too much
now you are unhappy

you listen to a friend
inviting you to his place
only to find out
when you arrive there
that he is not there

or that he did not exist
at all
only on Facebook and so
he is never real

to be happy be numb
if you can be
do not expect much
try being simply another
lackadaisical
being

enjoy what is here
right here
grab the moment
do not pay attention
to what they
are saying

after all
God has gifted you with
your own light
your own resources

if need be
walk alone
take that plunge
alone
into that emerald
river

swim like a fish
or be steady like the bank
of the river
where rest is real
where rocks stand.