Lazy Afternoon Poem by RIC BASTASA

around the four corners of these walls
i sit
still, my arms on the side of my body, my eyes staring at the ceiling,
my neck stiffens, and the door is closed,
the air conditioner hums the monotony of its sound
faithful to its functions,
the venetian blinds are half-open doubting the world outside
where busy people come and go without stopping
on a rush the cars flash a change of metallic colors,

i am astounded by this catastrophe of a world denying itself
of its much deserved-calmness
a slow motion could have been more beautiful
where teenagers meet and kiss, and there i want the world stopped.

the movie unfolds, and i do not want it to end.
i cannot sleep. There is more to be seen.
This is crazy. Thoughts flowing like a river and i am a boat without a rudder.