i am learning and i am learning everyday <br />some truths keep coming like uninvited guests <br />my stairs are dirty the soil and mud keep coming <br />the living room is crowded and there are words everywhere <br />on the arms of the chairs on the tables on the doors some words hang themselves, and i am not really at a loss, i am just amazed <br /> <br />last night i promised myself to close the door and the windows <br />and live a life of my own the following morning <br />but it is not at all that simple, <br /> the house is lonely and if it decides to close <br />all openings and seal all its rooms, <br />how can the house breathe? <br />let all these truths come, let them take the forms of poetry <br />let them have the rose of the prose, the say of an essay, the narrations <br />of the long novel, <br /> for now i have changed and have preferred once more <br />to give in and to listen <br />my ears are wide like highways <br /> my eyes as attentive as lighthouses <br />my feet patient as shoes waiting to be worn again <br /> <br />i am a bowl and i let the rain come inside me <br />they pour in like forms of bliss <br />they fill me <br /> i do not break <br /> i only overflow and then everyday <br />the sun takes every part that i save <br /> and i become empty again <br /> <br />i am the passive recipient, <br /> i am the spectator <br />they all reveal themselves as i watch <br />in wonder <br /> i count my fingers <br />i sleep with all my dreams <br />in darkness in light <br /> i am back to this wanton wander<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/essence-essence-essence/
