Unexpectgedly Poem by RIC BASTASA

sometimes on days when we are crumpled like
waste papers or
drafts unfinished and thrown or set aside for a while
when life seems to be nothing but a desert guarded by the angry eyes
of the sun at
noonday when others seem to be islands set apart by storms and oceans
when we feel that we are dried river beds
with stinking fish attacked by gnats and worms
when everywhere is dark and
lonely and when we start to compose words for all these
phenomena describing in detail
why things are or what are they
in shapes and colors and scents
drawing from there and then
images of shadows and sighs
surprisingly when we all keep these inside our hearts
and wonder
a moment comes like a shining star
giving that little spark of our own genius
that we are never defeated
that we know how to rise above and beyond our
self-imposed limitations
like a seed that we throw because we cannot eat it
and sooner we
see something tiny is growing in our backyard
that past
into a tree bearing fruits
luscious and
giving us the extended days
in our lives.