When We Meet Sometime In Your Island

when we meet sometime
when the Great God so allows
in your island
in that house with
blue windows
i wish to tell you
that i do not wish to understand you
i will ask no questions
neither will i demand a reason
for this and that
all i want is simply to be with you
feel you
stroll along the shore with you
hold your hands
look at you without being
querulous
for in truth i only go
for that which is there
though it may not be marvelous
or humorous or even
hilarious

awareness and feeling
a curiosity that need not
kill the cat
that old sense of awe
the oneness of wonder

for i am myself and
i do not demand anything

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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