Getting Used To Uncertainties Poem by RIC BASTASA

the haze
and the fog sitting on the hills
waiting for me

the mist and the
the dew that look like
pearls

oh! so temporary
are the doubts
and the ambiguities

time knows
what to do
the passing seasons
know how to heal
the sands of time
bury what hurts
the grasses
cover what is sad

time to sit and lay my head
beside a rock
time to hear the sound
of the earth
through the travails of the
worm

time to read life
through the chirp of a
fledgling

i am tired
and i am sleeping
sweetly
soundly

so detached from
all of you.