Early Morning Thoughts...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i was not able to
wake up early

perhaps i was too
tired last night

or was too confused about
what happened

drink after drink
and thought after thought
chasing the coldness of
ice

the windows are already
open and from the kitchen i
hear

the sound of whetting
that sharp knife rubbing against
a stone

perhaps what you feel and
what i feel
is

what rubs against each other
and viewed from this window


i have to take time watching
black birds flying

where are they really going?
what are they up to?


smoke from the kitchen rises
to the sky

the high mountains are guards
to the exit of emotions

in my silence i am
tight lipped.