Actually....... Poem by RIC BASTASA

actually
who wants ever to be a silent wall?
there are windows in us
that still beg for the
wind to
speak our sorrow
and we want
to hear the sound of
of a vibrant
existence
we want still to hear
the song
even if it be the sonorous
lyrics of
a bewildered wingless bird
or a boneless
kite

most of the time
the busy lanes do not have
a parking space
and cars go on a rampage
for collisions

actually
most feet want to stop walking
and ponder upon
nails

hands look for hair to caress
but heads have crazy thoughts
for their own days
to eat

there are no more directions
where home can be found
confetti fall from the tallest
building
and those who look up
from below
mistake the same as
another celebration