About Your Denial.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Do not think that i am speaking of death
your view must be limited like an afternoon without hope for light

You have pocketed a smile
as though you are preparing for your usual cry

Do not think that life has gone awry
like the glass that spilled the milk
rolled on the table and fell on the floor

the sound of shattered pieces of glass
that feeling of stain
that silence that expects the reverse
of what actually happened

Come to think of it
this is just a path where everyone passes
they look forward for something else
like an open door that leads to a garden
a pool
a line of coconut trees
another view of the sea
a net full of fish

Come to think about it again
i am talking about life that remains life forever
you know it well
as it is written in the main page of your heart

you feel its song
you have read each word
and your soul has mastered it well

But for the meantime that you are lost in the middle
of everyday affairs
you pretend that you have forgotten it
afraid of the next door that opens
you settle for a chair....