I Don'T Understand A Sunset I Just Watch It Poem by RIC BASTASA

as i sit on the white sands on the beach
watching another sunset
i do not think
of the sunset
i just watch it
and be amazed about the changing of the hues
and then the darkness
and then the moon and stars that come
like a change of a number
in a program that you watch

what is it to to be understood? Tell me.
There is nothing to be discussed and written like a thesis
these things are
meant to be seen and felt and then forgotten