The Real Feast Begins The Doors Of Heaven Suddenly Open. Poem by RIC BASTASA

what did we have
last night?
nothing
what do we have
this morning
nothing

we can just be honest
about these nothingness

talk about it and feast about it
spread the wonders of these realities

the paradox comes like a bird missing its own
cage
wanting to peck upon the seeds on the master's hand

and then the cup fills itself
water begins to move in the river
frozen shoulders become alive
eyes wake up
hands begin to caress other hands

the real feast begins
the doors of heaven suddenly open.