Those Missing Links.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

at times, as you are all wrapped up,
in this anxiety, about what you know not what
actually, in a word you write, a letter
is missing, but they have learned to read
somehow, not asking about what it means,
they relate, like empty spaces in a cabinet,
where a glass is there, broken last night by
an unrepentant culprit, but as always, the
glass will always be there even in the dark,
it glows and shines in our minds,

in a sentence, a word is also missing,
in the rush of emotions, the thought is taken,
no one is complaining, the sorrow is a group
undertaking, no one is exempted, everyone is
in the unity of misery, the story is complete
but no one is telling.