Are You There? .... - Poem by RIC BASTASA
sunlight embraces everything
outside, lakes and mountains, and
shores of the seas, and grass,
inside there is nothing, but darkness,
and coldness and sourness of existence,
the coldness of a stone, the darkness of
a soul, the sourness of feelings,
a window is closed, another door is banged,
someone gets outside of this beautiful house,
how is this golden cage? this silver box?
how would you refuse a goodness that too
imprisons you, away from yourself, from the
truth, with your lazy bones, contented cow
grazing on the lush of green fields, fish
still on the pond without exit and this
firefly inside a bottle, this gnat inside
a glass room, this bat upside down
some perspectives of outside and inside,
prison and freedom, who do you think you are?
kiddo, you are drawing the lines, inside out
there is this eternity of motion, who knows?
are you there?
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