The Beauty Of Uncertainty..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

THIS used to be
nothing but a blank
page

you stared at it
for a while

time runs but you
are hesitant to write

because you have nothing
in mind

at 3 o'clock in the morning
the world is like
a very calm silky sea

the calming sound of sorrow
is not always
the same

this one fills a blank page
like one time when you
take a bus
but you are not sure yet
where to
disembark

excitement comes like
a child finally meeting
his mother
in the marketplace.