The Stairs.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the stairs show us
a door, and we focus
to the moment when
we arrive at the very
doorstep
anticipating about
a day of an opening
and see finally what is next
what is there

we step upon each
plank
ascend every next
stair
each stair
and the next stair
all the days of our
lives
spending time
with little rest
and sometimes with
nothing at all

sooner we feel
so deceived
having spent so much
time already
ascending
habitually

but not really getting near
that attractive door

and when we notice that
it is too late

our faces have given birth
to all the wrinkles

our heads have grown
all the white hairs

and silences by all means
have sewn our lips