Waking Up One Day...

it must be funny &
ironic, for all the days of my life,
my mind acts like a sponge
absorbing all
about you: the past, the present
and the future, all but
ghosts,
my Christmases have all
been rags,
and valentines days kitchen
sinks,
all the while i am sinking to the
bottom of the madness
of oceanfloors
when you are there cruising
enjoying the horizons, the crushing of the glaciers,
snow bears catching fish,
eskimos welcoming you
in a party somewhere in the
farthest pole

and then i wake up and begin to sew
a tattered piece of my shirt
on needle new on golden threads
hot tea on my side
black forest cake
on the table.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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