Assuming Meaning Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is love
that makes us write,

or makes us all
right,

into those rites
those passages

where we trust
that at the end

love still waits
for all of us

for here is love
and there is love

touche, douche,
everywhere and everyone

become love, as love
becomes us.

if you see me now,
i am looking down

holding my head,
closing my eyes,

and you may say,
i am lying, how could

i write about love
in this lonely hour?

love is a black bird
against a blue sky

a child with a toy gun
wants to hit it

the dream is for love
to fall and spread its

legs again, and there
love shall start all over

again, and again,
assuming meaning.