What You Lack Is The Simplicity Of Reality Poem by RIC BASTASA

my hands on the keyboard
on ten fingers
my eyes do not look for the letters
the letters find
me, i am amazed by this kind
of arrangement
on the simplicity of reality having
a life of its own
letters like bees having a cell
of its own
syllables having a mouth
speaking about what they can do
in a poem

i take this matter lightly
there is no rush
this is not a matter of life and death
but merely a way of letting time pass
beyond our
boundaries

i give in to what is beyond me
i empty myself of its contents
the mouth of my bottle
sings of emptiness

this is the simplicity of reality
it speaks
about nothing.