Normally Possible... Poem by RIC BASTASA

that it is nigh time
and morning time at the same time
is not at all false.
look at us, at the extreme,
we are.

this morning is mine
yours is the night and
we are talking.

tomorrow morning
yours shall be that evening
as i walk away from this door
and close it
you shall arrive and open it
and close it again

as i gamble in the light
you shall ponder in the dark
we can never be together
again
in a dado joint.