No One Shall Hear It Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is too much
confidence in your voice
it is early morning

and no one shall hear it
somehow you suspect
what weakness lies there
like a cloud that has become
heavy with rain

you wait for the coming
of light
confident on the window
frame

soft and gentle
bragging for nothing
except the sheen
it brings

it is the first day in the
years of your life again

and the first metaphor
is that of
an early morning light

a white rabbit's tail
rested upon the grass

a new curtain
with lace newly put
upon the same old
wooden window of
the house.