A Matter of Priorities

By George Freek

A MATTER OF PRIORITIES 
(After Mei Yao Chen, 1002-1060)
 
Things that once mattered
Now matter to me
less than a bowl of rice.
Stars like insects
spin across the sky,
but do they even exist?
Sparrows hop from branch 
to branch with a purpose.
They don’t care
if the stars are there.
They’re looking for
something to eat.
In a rain-soaked street, 
people rush by, 
terribly concerned 
with the mud on their feet.

George Freek’s poetry has recently appeared in The Ottawa Arts Review, Acumen, The Lake, The Whimsical Poet, Triggerfish and Torrid Literature.

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