N2 Poem by RIC BASTASA

listening to the softness of the rain
at dawn
opening the mind
for the seeping of understanding

how the rain falls on the roof
like a caress
how is the water redirected on the
gutter
towards the canals
of our limitations

canalized we survive the rigors
of what the laws expect
no overflowing
not a shortness of breath

at the middle of the hour of sorrow
we shall hear the festive
songs of the frogs in the rice-fields
the sun is up
but the rains do not stop