this is my favorite game of words
that i engage in at any hour of the day
and in any other place
i can create them outside the paper and
without the use of pen
sometimes it happens that way when i ride
in a bus and the destination is 36 hours away
or even in a span of minutes
when sleep does not come
or when nap is nil
my fingers help to put music by tapping its nails
on the metal rail
and there is dancing and singing and some speeches in between
soliloquies
silhouettes
six-shooters
jailbirds
farmers reaping
hay on a sunny day
as though the room is a place where
party and conversations co-exist
i do not put more than what is necessary
it is enough to just survive the hours of pressure
the little training of torture
the principle has always been
i only use what is here
i discard what is not found here
there are no expectations from the beams
there is no show of shadows
i let imagination go
and let reality stay for a while
one by one i enumerate what i can contain by the numbers of my fingers
i think of the names
of friends
i gaze upon myself
i am glad i give myself a smile.
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-game-of-words-in-any-place-at-any-time/
