Listening To Mozart On This Day Poem by RIC BASTASA

time takes me
like an ice cube

i am put inside
a glass of beer

i melt and lost
in this beer mug

despite the coldness
of the glass and

this morning where
dew still attaches

itself to a leaf
or red petal of a

rose, one miracle
happens, which i dis

cover when i close
my eyes, feeling like

a white dove, held by
the hands of time, now

the fingers loose its
hold on me, and i

begin to fly, away
towards the blue sky.