The Mess.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there are moments
when we fall short of words
when we do not like words
and we keep it that way
we divert
and deviate
we open the window
and describe the view out there

a landscape of hills and daffodils
and pathways leading to another house
another forest and endless horizons

when our eyes meet again
we do not divert anymore
we have seen another place
we have heard another story
enough comfort that we continue
we have more reasons now
to stay and be one

i keep a record of all these
to remind me of that mess.