Meeting The Same Feeling Over And Over Again. Poem by RIC BASTASA

we write
because we could not
keep it
a secret

we expose it
in that subtle way
that whatever it
takes
exposing it in some
ciphers
even if it is printed
and published
still it remains to be
just that
a beautiful secret
that you put like
a flower to its
vase
inside a room by
the window
slightly lighted
by the filtered
morning light

it is such a delight
that you only know
that they read from
their own personal
view.

it is this oozing
this overflowing this
whatever ever which
gently quivers

you write the words
you take a journey
back to its origin
meeting the same feeling
over and over again.