Responsibility..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

up there
the world gets
to tiny

you float and
imagine
you have a pair
of wings

it will be just
an hour and
a half and then

the plane touches
down
back to the place
of your
birth

no one meets you
at the airport
and when you arrive
there is no one
there to make you
call that this
house is a home

well, you open the
door with that key
and put your bag
in your room and

you go to the kitchen
check for water
a very cold water
to quench your thirst


well, after that drink
you open the window
look at those untrimmed
bushes
those wild trees
and just like your days
your life
wild and needs pruning

there is no time for
this
you go back to your
working room
and see a pile of folders

cases to read
you ponder
this is not your life

oh well, this is other
people's lives and they
are in your fingers
your blank sheet of paper
the keys of your computer

so? do not think about
your own life
think about the lives of
others

the paper that you cut
into pieces
the words that you want
saved for the day
the lights you turn off
the nights where you
start a bonfire

you are now tuned to
silence
there is no need for
confusion
the world waits for you
so that it can spin.