Inside My Study Room Poem by RIC BASTASA

five o'clock, the usual time
but i already woke up at 3: 45
too early really
but i could not go back to
sleep

the words arrive
riding on the boat
such wind
hovering
disembarking in my
brain

i am surrounded by
glass walls
and light brown
drapes
books scattering
like garbage
on the floors and
tables

i smell the odor of
dust and
water inside a vase
unchanged
the red rose
had long wilted

no one comes around
to fix things
and keep all of these
in their proper places

the windows are still
closed and it
is still dark outside
though the crows
have already
sounded their
sad calls

the cocks keep sounding
it is already morning
and the windows
must not be opened

i write some lines
as usual and then
i'll wear my socks
and put on my
rubber shoes
and then i will take
my walk to the
woods

it will be cold
and i can see my breath
like smoke from a pipe
but i need this
my body craves
my feet want to move

the walls are too much
and the curtains feel
like they have to be washed

i open the door
and then i meet a new
world again
i know at first it will
still be cold
that is usual

i know after this
the sun comes again
as usual
and things will warm themselves
again

on promises
like what hope is all about.