metamorphosis

Ric S. Bastasa

there are those who choose to stay
and just be home

if there is a home, if there is someone
that is a wise choice, safe,

in the walls of the comfort zone
within the parameters of stillness

and quite reading of a beautiful life
upon a bench, with a cat on the side and

a dog near the door, sometimes you look
outside the window, mistaking a car stopping

as someone who may soon live with you,
but again, it is your neighbor's guest,

at any rate, you go back to the comfort of
a book, chapter eight now, lovers reunited

refurnishing a house, painting the wooden fences
brick red, and pruning the bushes, and

plating seeds of tomatoes, and then
when the sun is at its hottest, you sit

under the shade of a tree, gazing at the world,
still so gentle, and beautiful in its freshness

a life you choose, a home, a house, a chair,
and the same coolness of the shade for all these years.