An Open Window... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the whole day
of Saturday you do
nothing
nothing to read
or write
or say you take a stroll
and back home
you watch tv and you
turn it off
and you think about nothing

you sit under a tree
and then the day turns to night
you stare blankly
to the world which is starting
to make stars
and the moon comes and you
are still there

thinking about nothing
emptying
emptying
emptying

feelings like an open window
without curtains
letting in air
letting out air
on this openness

and then night gets deeper
and you lay in bed
without anything on
without anything in

an empty self finally put
to sleep

an empty dream and empty world
letting in letting out

an open window
without a lock.