A Beautiful Language Is Evasive Poem by RIC BASTASA

a beautiful language is
evasive
shaped like the curve of a
street
along the high cliff beside the
sea
zigzagging itself away from a point
like a snake river avoiding a
fatal bite
to anyone that crosses its way
as it inches its way toward the
fulfillment of a
common dream
it is nothing but to live
nothing but to breathe
nothing possessive but just a description
to see a place and never name it
to love without the use of
words
no judgments but just a long gaze
like a road in that
dessert of red sands
faraway