Upon Your Request Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is
upon your persistent request
that they all learned to
speak to you

the floor of course keeps its
deep voice
like the voice of the cave
and the well
and the windows have mastered
the songs of the soprano
aided by the wind
the ceiling keeps the alto
tickled by the spider and the
lizards

but the door keeps itself
mum
treasures its silence
closed
with hinges that never budged

that keeps the impossibility
of this harmony
as others sing that single door
shows its protest

you kicked it once
on a Sunday.