Midnight Voice Poem by RIC BASTASA

the voice of midnight
is the voice of clarity.

it is like an empty room
and a pen is dropped.

it is the sound of
reverberation.

it is loud.
so i stay till
midnight
dissolves in the hands
of the clock.

i follow its trip to
diminution.
towards light.

and you, who follow
what i am following
shall hear the depth of
the well
filled with water.

you hear the wholeness of a voice.
like a toad.
when it rains so hard it sings.
that is the song
like the song of the
heavy rain.

i know you will love this.
it hurts.
it hurts so hard.
and because you were hurt,
you identify with it.

knowing a friend
who listens to you
when you are hurt
and who write about you
gives you the sense

of home. And you sit there
facing the mountains by your window.

how peaceful can it be.