Everything Is A Structure. Always, And Always With A Function. Poem by RIC BASTASA

everything is a structure
of walls, and divisions, and perforations,

and meetings. This morning, a venetian blind
and a screen window play a house and a fence.

sunshine is a visitor. It has hands and it touches
the skin of my face. I feel warm

and this runs over my body like a child playing
in the park

There is no crowd yet. I can feel the fall of
memories on my hair.

The sun filters itself. It says something restrained.
There is a process. Nothing is as abrupt as
disrespect.

The world is a gentleness of light and body,
Fences can do nothing. Walls break away.

The heart grows like a dough of home
made bread.

Baked, the world wakes to a certain flavor of life.
Like this bread. It spreads its scent
all over the kitchen, enters my door, and then

gets inside me. The air bows down.
It has done what it is tasked to do.

everything is a structure.
always, and always with a function.