The Room
August 16, 2008Four corners of hollow white wood
a chair, a table fill the empty space within.
He stands there waiting.
Floating on thin air,
his body displaced in another universe.
He sees a clock with no hands.
An eternal sunshine filled the room.
He sees a door, opens it and tries to leave.
He walks into the darkness.
He was back to where he was—
the table, the chair, the four white corners
and the clock with no hands.
Tattooed on his being.
He sits on the chair resigned to his fate.
He looks up once again
sees the ceiling with its white paint
smooth surface and impenetrable hollowness.
Its light enters into the white in his eyes
sparking life back into him.
He wakes up with dreams of eternity.
He opens his eyes
the bright colors and paintings of beasts, fishes
and birds burn brightly in his eyes.
He sees a warm smile
something he feels he has known before.
The hands of the face wrapping its arms around him
carrying him gently.
The ceiling remains silent basking in its infinite glory.
They leave the nursery of white sheets.
A piece of paper falls on the floor
Name: Jose Antonio
Weight: 7.7 lbs.
Time of delivery: 12:00 A.M.
Date of birth: October 12, 1949.
