The Main And The Peripheries

sometimes i am amazed at my own irrationality
i set the bread and butter aside today
telling myself i have enough of the ham and the bacon
in my freezer,

there will be no office, there will be no class,
there will be no conferences, no discussions about the future
of my light and darkness

i take the slipper and set aside the shoes
i fold the tie and the white underwear
the coat is hanged, and the wool is returned to the sheep

the leather is promised to the crocodiles and the snakes
the fur to the fox and the gold back to the holes of the earth

i leave the slippers and the hat and even the polo shirt
i change my mind and i do not care

i go naked to the fields of my youth
and then i rest my body under the morning sun
all exposed to the light and air

and think of you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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