The Greater Part
the greater part in us is beyond
the legal books
majority of the pie is sweet, decorated with
raisins and cathedral jellies
much of us is plump and bouncy
and glossy
no less than the maple syrup on
a pancake
early morning served with hot brewed coffee
i talk to myself
convinced that much of myself is just myself
in a soliloquy
actually a nice selfish conversation
where every part of my cell is happy
and if a part of it is hurt
i worry
since i only hurt myself and no one else
like those who think that they always
talk with sense
my favorite is a heaving a sigh
as though i am fetching water from a deep well
at least to convince myself
that i am still thinking
and sticking to the essence of what and who i am
i know myself,
that is why.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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