A Secret Find.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you know the secret
of the heart, it is
after all, the heart
itself that tells you,

when we go out of the house
slowly as we caress
the soft spots of our body

we throw away imagination
like a kite in the air
albeit we hold upon a string
of our logical deductions,

when i finally find what i
am looking, i take it gently
inside my pocket
and then i go home to
savor what taste is there,

we know what we find
yet we are not telling each other
about it,

it is a secret,
it is life itself,

we keep this secret throughout life
when by the slip of our tongue
this matter is revealed,

you know the consequence,
the heart knows it,

the house falls down,
the sun closes its eye,
the moon burns itself,
the river dries up
the heart shrinks

someone finds finally
the ash beneath the
innocent child's feet.