On The Second Night Poem by RIC BASTASA

i like the
wall
of separation

within it
is the silence
that i could
have written
since
i cannot
speak it

i tried
many times to reduce
the color
of silence
into something
like
black here and
white
over there


i want to capture
it in
some letters
like bars
and rectangles
formed
by my hands


i have never
done so
well

i am not good at
capturing
the perfect moment


it escapes
always it escapes
always
it escapes


because it is
free