About Nothing.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

we are getting older
though we decide to sleep
late at night
we still wake up early

you rub your eyes and ask
'what time is it? ' and i turn
on the light look at the watch
and say 'It is still 3 in the
morning'

time is telling us that
we have changed,
that we have been anxious
for what comes next
time rushes us for nothing
and we have become too curious
'what for? ', we want to end
time, we want to go, we want
to be beyond this sense
of going and leaving,

time is silent. Living inside
the clock, it is indifferent,
as we keep on waiting and waiting,
anxiously about nothing.