A Little Kind Of Depression.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you turn on the light
at your headboard
it serves as your little moon
you stand to get a glass of water
in that mini-fridge
it serves as your brook
to cool your throat
that path to your heart
you go back to bed
take a glance at your watch
it is 7: 30 in the morning
you prolong the night
you need sleep because you are
not yet through with your much
need dreams
you close your eyes
you shut yourself away from a
beautiful morning
that the world outside your room
is freshly giving.