Of Cottons And Feathers Poem by RIC BASTASA

cottons are found
on the floor

feathers on the table
from the window

the wind blows and carries them
inside
the bed is well kept
blankets carefully folded
and pillows removed
of creases

something inside me is as light
as cottons and feathers
something inside me is well folded now
like blankets
something in my heart are pillows
removed of
any crease

i triumphed i did it
now i can soundly sleep
as the wind from the window
blows me
into the land of dreams
where i can be
nothing but
just the spectator