Letting Life Serve You Poem by RIC BASTASA

when you write
some words
you always have someone in mind

someone that you wonder
because you cannot control her
because she has become
too unpredictable

as she
like a worm grapples with the slowness
of her movements
upon the
indrawn lines of the leaf

seeping time
like tea

soon things happens by themselves
without our knowing

how the cocoon's silence
breaks and
gives way to life

how wings grow from
arms
how minds open like parachutes
of morning glories
along the untrodden paths of
this earth

you decide finally that sitting down
is the best thing to do
watching has become the wisest
philosophical option

things unfold like letters
that we have failed to read
chairs open their plain smoothness
for us to be there

tables are always ready with food
shoes get inside your feet

life becomes a banquet
and all those that it had given life
is always there to serve