No One, Not One, Not Anybody, Gets Wet....... Poem by RIC BASTASA

hearing what you say
in fairness, i understand nothing
but, in honesty, i delight
in the effects of
your choice of words,

what i do not understand
at least, excites me,
and i do not ask for more,
i only want to be happy
at least with you shrouded
all by mystery

we speak the same language
yet i still wonder why i have
not understood anything from
your longings,

or aspirations, or perhaps you
have overdone the use of
metaphors, either that you want
to conceal the most important
part of your speech
so that, hope may come, in the later
part of my life, when i myself
stumbles into grief and utter
lament, and as you very well predict
the exact time of understanding arrives
like a guest who at the party
had become indistinguishable at first
until he drops a glass and breaks it
and the shatter of the what is fragile
pierces the core of memory
into such a pain and blood that makes
everything clear and important.

i too knows the trick of the burning bush,
the warning of sagacity and sanctity,
and last night, when we have met again pretending
not to know each other, afraid of a familiarity
that chokes us, i made a short glance, and then
you assured me that everything is well kept,
well ironed out, nothing leaks in the roof
and no one, not one, not anybody, gets wet.