Noontime Poetry Poem by RIC BASTASA

now i am home
earlier having taken the shortest distance
between office
and this door leading to my house
with a rusty roof
squeaking steel gate
painted red
for luck
the concrete fence
surrounds
the garden
wild and wanton
not having time
to trim excessive
branches
looking out to the
road
(of indifference)
the road is dusty
and the dog meets
me with a wagging tail
and licking tongue
got to open this
old door
hard wood and
now i am entering
this cold house
where curtains
colored green
and some white
laces hang

i sit on this rocking
chair and rock myself
for a while
pleasing pleasing
myself
not thinking about
anything
until i remember you
and your coming
birthday

i open my computer
again
because i remember
some faces
that need my loving
my care
or simply my thoughts
and it is you
on the screen

outside the window
the sun scorches
scourges
everyone

noontime
i am at the height
of this chasm
i want to make
a hole
and make myself
fall in there
i want it
deep and endless

where i can
not just sleep
where i always wake up
where i will
just fall and fall and fall and fall forever...