We Are Silenced.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

in a sense
i was never
your poet, for

no god am i,
none of those
that
try to change what
is there

i see and feel
and leave

that stone remains
to be just
another stone

when i touch it
it does not change
when i put words
into its roughness
nothing happens

just like gratian
we only describe
and leave things as
they are

we affirm our
humanity
we accept this
frailness
this shortness of
breath

this loneliness
and this
limited grasp
of what is there

we see light
we are amazed
we are silenced.