Separate Lives... Poem by RIC BASTASA

with too much use of the mind
one forgets sometimes if one has feet
if the ground is still there
the floor becoming insignificant

the arms too disappear in the air
fingers forgotten

you float in the middle of the sky
inside your room
unmindful of the real situation

someone knocks on the door
the knocks become fast and loud
and you fall on the floor
with a big bang

it is night time again
and when you go out of the room
everybody is already silent inside
their rooms perhaps sleeping
or making love

you open the refrigerator for a glass of water
you take a pill
and then everything is at a standstill
you wish you have no dreams