What Is Life? , , , , Poem by RIC BASTASA

one cannot help but
communicate, in any form,
this poem, or that
simply sentence, or that
notice on the door,
or at the gate,

for no one lives alone,
there is always someone there,
asking for your words,
or your inspiration, or your help,
or your sound,
whatever that be,

and the same happens to you,
even if you close your door,
or shut yourself out from this
world, the wind still gets in
and talks to you with its hushes,
or the light penetrates the glass
of your soul, giving it warmth
or depth,

here for instance, in any form,
or shape or simple an empty space,


an idea is born, a thought is cracked,
like an egg, a chick comes out,
to show you what life is.