Because 'They Look But Don'T See And Hear But Don'T Listen Or Understand.' Poem by RIC BASTASA

ah, same with our situation,
we, who want to speak
and hide
what we think is too private
like a secret
in the cabinet of neatly folded clothes
shall only touch
the surface of those things
smooth and
convenient to our touch
we long
to reveal it
but we know that consequence
of segregation
and alienation
so we try to touch on them as lightly
and as gently
as possible without hurting
us, or them
the metaphors come
not that easy
as easing the pain of brightness
we concede
to hiding
we bury things only to mark them
up
for identification
marking the sea with a pole
the sand with
a stone
the air with a butterfly
the land with
ice.