The Idle Man Who Thinks That Nothing Is The Same No Matter How Repeated Poem by RIC BASTASA

There is this man
who has become a professional
watcher
of the changing guards of the
horizon

he wakes up when the sun rises
and sleeps when the sun sets

he is amazed

each sunrise is not the same as
another sunrise that lands upon
his gaze

not any sunset is the same as
the other

repetition is a show that never ends
upon a similarity

nothing is the same
in the flow of sadness and happiness

two faces and another face of
nature bringing gifts to the heart

in shapes of warmth and coldness
love, bliss, lament and fears

each molecule
is a fingerprint of someone else

there is this man who is always
amazed

just watching
something familiar which to
him
is phenomenal

alone and
yet so filled with
joy....