To A Person Whom I Do Not Like To Speak.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i do not wish that you should know this.
the truth for instance,
the question about the truth which you
have also kept to yourself because
perhaps knowing the answer, you refrained
from asking. I also know the truth, but just
like you i evade from it. I am not drunk.
we are here anyway in one house, talking and
living, without mentioning the word about
this truth. We have assured life that we can
live even without confronting it.
we are not denying it, neither are we opening
it. It could be a wound, or some cancer cell.

everyday wants to be the same everyday.
to live is to continue doing the ordinary things.
no delineation no deviation, unless we are
prepared to be shaken, knowing that experiencing
this we may not be together, i.e. we may finally
decide to part ways, which i think, under
the usual circumstances, we still not prepared
to embark. We are not drunk. Or if we are,
please remain calm, maintain the composure.


is it not a beautiful day still?