The Butterfly In Poetry..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

writing poetry is
such a waste of time

i could have finished
my research on invalidated
contracts

or could have read the
end chapter of my friend's
novel

or i could have sipped
coffee at the veranda while
watching the morning sun
coming out from the breasts
of the mountain

i dislike what i do
wasting my time on this kind of
stuff that most of my friends
do not really waste time
reading

but here it is
we waste time on things that
we love to do
that which we really do not
understand why we love doing it

i still ask myself why?
time runs fast and i am caught
in surprise.

poetry makes me a snail
this time
and a caterpillar too sometimes

waiting soon makes me a butterfly
and perhaps that is the real reason
why.

it is this wonder of flying.
yes, this flying spirit. Yes.

It is.