I Think, .......... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i think,
i like that position when you sit by the window and begin to ask all the questions directed to the world.
The way you stand on stage and take the posture of an authority and then answer the questions was wayward. You do not look like god. You are an elf and if they only have time, they could have thrown you a basket of tomatoes.
I think,
we are more beautiful with our open minds, the thirst of so much knowledge the basket of venus, the open hands of Sophocles bleeding.
I think
we are more credible when we take the pose of children in the park waiting for mother.
I think we know nothing. We are clean with nothing on the wall of our souls.
I think, we are honest now.
We have nothing important to say. We are only passengers waiting at the bus station.
We are only pilgrims.

Look, that is the path. Now, let us walk.