There Is Nothing To Learn From Poetry Poem by RIC BASTASA

There is nothing to learn from
poetry

if there is, perhaps nothing much
but one somehow feels that

a certain restlessness is cured
a certain light is seen and then felt

and when you leave a crowded room
heavy with despair

you feel so light like an inflated balloon
and you rise to the sky

and then you see every house, every road
every mountain

and the horse that you want to ride
looks at you like an ant

on that tiny hillside where you want
to escape