A Socratic Thought Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a way to write to make you
understand
like pointing a way and walking through it
with us together

but the way to that is dangerous since
many have become posts and markers only
and those who follow it do not really
make it to their known destinations

lost, and sweating, and wary where to go next
they sit under a tree and begin to talk about
themselves instead using such trivial words
like the way birds simply fly and roost and then
fly again without having to worry about maps

i like to state it directly: there is no way for
understanding the reasons why we are here
and where we are really going: and as pointed
by the sage ahead of me, we must understand
that we cannot understand, that what we know
after all, is what we do not really know.