They Will Just Come And Open Themselves Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is enough that we are all here.
need we need more than our respective presences?
the clouds appear above us, the simply pass and we see white skies.

Departures have their own way of leaving,
in the same manner as arrivals.

why look for things which we cannot yet find?
time ripens and become so sweet
for us to gather and savor

we are all here and we just wait for the seasons
for those that come
they are all for us
reserved and offered and soon shall be opened.