The Waiting For Some Answers Poem by RIC BASTASA

we have dreams
they are seeds
some have not
grown
there is simply
no fertile soil
there is no rain
to feed them

some bushes
are beautiful still
destined as they are
flowerless

we have dreams
without leaves
vines that have
not run
because there
are no walls
for them to lean
on neither
trellis or
rooftops

but just the same
we take baskets
emptied where we
must place them all

we march through these
aisles
these paths lead
to the same
direction

at the end we bow down
lay prostrate
we say those prayers of
thanks
and like the rest
shall keep on
waiting