12: 11 Noon (Office Break) Poem by RIC BASTASA

three cases disposed
and a chat of a friend from Bohol is finished

it has been a very busy morning
more files are coming

i composed this poem and posted it
just to mark a moment

everything is welcome here
the poetic, the non-poetic and the a-poetic

publication is free
and life after this goes on as usual as yesterday

you are afraid that soon a writer's block sets in
because you expect more from you

we are but witnesses and we write what we have seen
and felt

in fact, as you can see, when we begin to talk to ourselves
when everyone left at this hour

you will realize
there is even no audience to speak of

and that comforts us once again
that when no one is reading or watching
the dance as though it is your last
sing as though
no one likes to listen
live life
the way life wants itself to be lived

in such a short moment
let their be no rules, let every line be free
let there be only you
in this office break, and say to yourself

now i am king and now
this is my universe.