The Undisturbed Spectator Poem by RIC BASTASA

I Get off the room
late bed to meet a perfect day

i sit alone
on the seventh stair facing the road

it starts to rain
gusty winds from the sea are arriving

hair is blown away
some dreams too

there is this joy you know
by simply watching

busy people rushing for shelter
waters beginning to rise on the road

you are not disturbed
nobody touches you

you are no less than that railing
that corner of the store

that road sign
that because of too much familiarity in the street

nobody asks
no one minds at all