The Kids In Us...
it is not because one is fat or huge that
one does not fit
it is because one does not summon
his senses
and see therefore all the transparencies
the shadows
beyond the films
there will always be secrets
something concealed
but like children borne from
the mountain's belly
the tiny eyes peep and open
wide on those leaks of the
walls
they always know what is
wonder
it is when the children in us
begin to play again and remember those games
even how dark the night has become
that
we see again
thse fireflies of the hidden world
the tree and
the moon resting upon its
leaves
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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