Random Pickings... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i do not wish
to lose the spontaneity of
my beginnings

the moment a thought
as guest arrives
i must, out of respect,
treat such a
delight

words are picked up
from her luggage that
we carry
into her room where
she sleeps for the
night

the following morning
seeds sprout on the floor
soon a bush, soon
a tree and very very soon
the fruits of
the vine by the window
a hummingbird hopes for
a flower

when she is gone there will
be another arrival
sadness and despair
tears flooding on the stair.