Who Can Take This Longing? Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is always a longing upon the mouth of an empty bowl

the one that you place beside the house that gapes its gaze towards the sun

when it rains you hope that this longing may be sealed by cold water
dropp by dropp throughout the whole night when the world is not seeing
anything, any ripple in your river
body,

no water can fill it, no rain can boast about its power
to level things with its pouring

there is one thing though that you wish to happen
that a child with a stone hits the body of the bowl so that it can be
broken into pieces
that finds no semblance from anything whatsoever
that it can be beyond repair

so that the longing shall be taken away by the pieces
now with its shattered voice

into the void.