A Delicious Food Poem by RIC BASTASA

When asked
he said he wrote what he did not
understand

he said it is the surface of
the table
the facade of a wall
the back of the shoe
and the ripple only of
the pond

there must be a good
explanation and
you are hiding it
away from us

there is. And i have lied
about its true meaning.
sadly, it is about the pain that
i found in the things that
please only you

he scratched his head
successful on that hiding
he gave a smile
for secrets that we too have
sharing it
like a delicious food
unnamed.