When The Opportunity Presents Itself Poem by Raj Dronamraju

You don't live on an island
I don't live on an island
But the way civilization buffets us causes us not be able to settle into peaceful repetition and makes us feel as if we survive alone

And I just want to tell you in the form of a plea and perhaps an argument
That seldom do the individual variables line up in a way to make it easy for real love
And when it does we should not hesitate for one second

In the form of an urgent cry or a gentle solicitation
I bear witness to the uniqueness of this situation where we have love laid out before us like a map of the world with accurate size and direction that matches what we really know of life

Make it easy for me was the universal wish
When the opportunity presents itself, receive the gift with clutching hands
Receive the gift as if was a supply truck bringing rations to an impoverished community after a war or famine

And when that opportunity exposes its chest as an act of submission
Mercy or otherwise letting it off the hook would be a crime of ingratitude so great no good things will ever find you again