Spontaneously Poem by RIC BASTASA

luck
knocks at the door
you ask it
to leave

it doesn't
it is hardheaded
it claims you
as its
new master

then you dismiss it
again
you are still hurt
for many years
you prayed for it
wasted all your days and nights
invoking it

waddled in pain
dreaming for it
it did not come
it did not listen to you

and now?
you shoo it
like an unwanted bird
in your field
of sunflowers

in your garden of
ordinary days
where you expect
nothing
anymore from anybody
or anything
anywhere

this way
you make a conclusion
with or without it
you live
and you are happy
spontaneously.