The Door Of The Stone... Poem by RIC BASTASA

things are not what they
ordinarily seem to be,

it will just take time
perhaps even more
for the stone to finally
admit that it
has a window,
that with my
plea
that i need to be inside it
even for a little while
and satisfy my curiosity
about its century old silence
its empty rooms
its feigned hardness and
sealed domain
shall also be finally
granted.

sometimes i ask
why must i bother it too
with my words?