How A Poem Is Born.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

suddenly
you are jobless,
you read all the
ads in cyberspace
like a star floating
and looking
for an anchor
of a galaxy,

sleepless and
restless - -how normal
for this
situation of
intensity and
anxiety,

you look out the window
oh, it is cold out there

you mumble some words
not really coherent at first
the feelings rush
like children
out of school


that is how it is.

i've been there
not really nice
but comforting.