The Crazy Thing That Is About To Happen... Poem by RIC BASTASA

she is tense
i know it from the very start

the house is too big
for her presence

the emptiness is magnified
by the huge windows and
the living room with only
a chair as furniture

the loneliness is creepy
like an old vine by the window
without leaves

she is getting more tense
and i am getting afraid
what follows next

until the moon appears
until light is spread in the room and
in the garden

until she begins to write
her own poetry too

and now i am confident
that with all these changes

no one screams and no one
runs away.