Morning Blues..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i sit beside a soft
sky blue curtain
as i face the monitor
and i am taking the pains
of sight
i decide to stretch my
hands to the
ceiling
and breathe
deep and take my gaze
beyond this
old glass window

out there is the old house
that i see here
everyday

the caretaker
has taken the weeds this morning
and the land appears
naked
as some trees are
cut to give way to a
space of
sunshine

the rusty grills and
roof tops are
newly painted

a face-lift of
an insignificant landscape
of a house and
mini
forest

despite these new
mechanics
there is nothing
significant in this day

i go back to work
concentrate on my fingers
tire my brain
and think that i should not have
been
swayed by
small outbursts of
emotions which should not
have interfered
in my
bread and butter thing

i am split and
two faced and i feel like i am
a Picasso painting of
a woman
who is afraid to
focus in one
direction

i like to be a bust of
a hero
staring at anyone who
pass me and
give them that sense of
guilt
that the real mission
and the noble purpose
of life
is always
unaccomplished