The Kids In Us... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is not because one is fat or huge that
one does not fit

it is because one does not summon
his senses

and see therefore all the transparencies
the shadows
beyond the films

there will always be secrets
something concealed

but like children borne from
the mountain's belly
the tiny eyes peep and open
wide on those leaks of the
walls

they always know what is
wonder

it is when the children in us
begin to play again and remember those games
even how dark the night has become
that
we see again
thse fireflies of the hidden world

the tree and
the moon resting upon its
leaves