Knowing More About A Hanging Curtain By The Window Of A Hotel Poem by RIC BASTASA

inside the hotel i study the curtain
take a shot, put more light,
it is striking,
i remove the light, make it hazy
infuse more darkness
it too has many faces
imbued with a variety of emotions
that i have uncovered
from its hanging existence

the window has become restless
how it wish it were me
experimenting on life
wanting to extort what is there that has remained hidden
in fabric, in the space of lighted exhaustion

i remember you talking to a tree
i laugh
it is true, the link is there
i have never really minded it
until i get here

in the middle of this crowded city
where heat is high
where indifference is normal