This Poetry....Hence. Poem by RIC BASTASA

the problem is
we love much and we love more
we still love those who lack
those who fail us
even those who infuriate us

we want to correct a wrong
we want to iron out a mess
yet how can we be candid and
hurt? how can we alienate those
who we still desire to be with
us?

hence this poetry, this metaphor
this indirectness, this thing
that we want understood but in
some other compassionate form

it is this mercy, this love
that makes us create, makes us
all weak, and still go on
waiting

we are one, we are still in the
midst of this chaos
those who are lost we still want
to find
and those who are angry we still
want to appease