Allowing Things To Happen

too early

without breakfast yet
one indulges in poetry and
peruses on some windows of
philosophizing

perhaps

seeking for cure
or just plain grabbing
of justification
for what we have not done
and failed to do

before the sun rises
rays of light already stand-by
the window frames

left by the moon
on last night's
drunkenness
of wisdom's
nocturnal rendezvous

there are not butterflies
but there will be
as soon
as we decide for their
fluttering existences

well there are no flowers yet
but soon
there will be
only because
we allow them to grow

at least
in the fertile grounds of the
heart

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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