Awed And Clapping...Life Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is hot here
and for weeks there had been no rain,

dusty roads, feeling sick,
moans of windy days,
and humid nights,
sweat and tears, and lonely talks

despite, children sing,
faith sticks like epoxy to a broken wing

when leaves fall upon the touch of the passing wind,
i hear the music of the coming rain,

a symphony of dry leaves,
finally finding their places on the soil theater
where i am

part of the audience awed and
clapping...