The Casual Meeting.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when we saw ourselves this morning
you asked: hey sir, what is the sadness
all about? I've read your poem about love
and grief, is it all about you and whom?

i smiled, not showing any weakness at all.
In a passing manner, i said, it is not about
myself, it is about us, it is not about me,
it is about humanity.

the morning is as bright as it is promising.
the office is ready, and there is a lot of work
to be done. Papers to write, and perhaps,
another casualness of this world, for us to
forget what is really sad, and proceed to
what could be not sad after all.