you stand there
motionless staring at the calmness
of the pond
you seldom take the first move
neither do you speak
there is the mystery of
first meetings
something falls from your hand
the one that you have been grasping for years
you finally made the scream
that now bears your
real name
welcome my dear
to the truthful world of funny selves
even the maggots who are seriously feeding
on the carcass of a pig
had taken time
to have a laugh at you
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/knowing-you-my-dear/
