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
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/allowing-things-to-happen/
