To A Nephew Who Wrote That He Is In A State Of Depression... Poem by RIC BASTASA

first, know
what a self
is,

put this matter
clearly
at the entrance of
your door

second, know what
selfishness is
by nature we are
that
truly selfish

draw a bold circle
around your bed
sleep well
there

third, expect nothing
sun neither moon
nor stars

sit by your window
when you wake up
at 3 a.m.

breathe, breathe
the fresh air of
loneliness

grow your wings
let night be not a hindrance
for your flight.

p.s.

you are too early
for sorrow
do not skip that
stage
of confusion

it is good for you.