In The Comfort Of Its Mother... Poem by RIC BASTASA

leave innocence
upon itself free,
from your touch,
like a flower still
attached to its
stalk, this bright
day, sunny warm,
vibrant to the
colors of our lives,

look into the freshness
of this creature,
wide eyes, pale skin,
young, unadulterated
by our mundane
experience, dare not

take what is innate,
coy and still shy,
with no words yet,
to conceal what is pure,
you are not a stranger
to the joy of this lamb,
newly born, in the
comfort of its mother.