As It Is! It Is...As It Is Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

This stirred inside me,
Long before I spoke.
Or said a word first.
Few concepts come to sit,
Premeditated to rehearse...
Before I come out with it.

As you see it...
So do I.
And I marvel at its composition.
Sometimes wishing,
I admit...
I could rearrange the topic that exists.

But...
As it is!
It is...
As it is.
Inquisitive I am as well,
From where the origin of this dwells.

But...
As it is!
It is...
As it is.