I Haven'T Invited Poem by Gary Winkel

I haven't invited the shaded
cool breeze
or reasoned my disposition,
but I've soared
over low places
and have waved hello
or goodbye
with a still hand.

I haven't invited the longing
for something like
her open green eyes,
but I've stared
out the cafe window
seeing angels
crossing the street
into somebody elses garden.

I haven't invited the polite smile
or cello in my ear
as the tea is poured
into my cup,
but I feel the falling
of midday rain
on my beating heart.