A White Blanket.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

I should have taken time to write
about it that early morning

the words just arrived much earlier like some visitors from
a garden

shaped like butterflies and so fragile like china

flying low and hovering in my hair
and then staying there for a while

the silence is beautiful

soft on my skin and soothing like the coldness
of the blade of a grass - herb

but i have decided to take a walk for hours
and have some breathing space

setting aside what could have been more necessary than air
what could have been more beautiful than the sunrise

i keep myself in circles and when i come back
it is no longer there

I'm so sorry for i have forgotten what is essential

this i have confided to the blanket in the room

unfolded still.