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