The Sound Of Morning One Summer Time.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

she goes out leaving an empty bed

and you are still heavy with your head.

the window is open: the silence comes

faint, like the grey color of stone,

the world attracts you with its wonders,

the birds have awakened from their sleep

now fly in the skies, hop from tree to tree,

swarm the spaces, look for worms and grains

and feed their young, how small are their nests

how they not know how to store food in their

stockrooms which humans construct for themselves,

how humans like us build a future, and yet how

still insecure, how unhappy, and how tense

the tread upon life, how their brains must have

mistrusted, the Hands that made them.

how sorrowful the sound, how fearful the steps,

how sleep is unsound, how the rain is disliked.