Experimentation

do not pick the words
let the word pick you

do not think let thinking
think for you

do not move
let the movement move in you

do not even think of the logic
in metaphors
there is no logic in them

they are the geese coming one spring
lots of noise moving in one direction

landing in your backyard
staring at the window looking for you

you see the world has a life of its own
do not ever think do not ever signify

the world moves, twirls, spins, collides
in you and you are shocked surprise at this

kind of phenomenon
the world hands you what you have been dreaming

you are its only child
and she introduces herself as your only mother

her grass is your cradle
her trees your friends her rocks your company

her clouds your travel and transition
her sun her moon her stars

they are all yours now
resting in the lines of your palms

be glad then
now you are so complete.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!