Love............... Poem by RIC BASTASA

who really knows
from where did it come from?
we were not there yet
i was already there.
we did not know it yet
it knows us since then.
it flows, it fills, it
runs all over us.
and here we are feeling it.
Love.This thing, this feeling,
this flower, this cloud.
This steam. This volcanic eruption
this cooling. This new mountain
in the middle of the boundless
sea. It is perhaps, only the
ocean that understands it.