The Spring Poem by RIC BASTASA

this afternoon
i watch the coming of a
water spring
from the rock that i
built
two years ago
it was not intended
to be concealed
a staff hits it
and water flowed with
extreme pressure
rising
looking for the finger
of the sky
i am not surprised
things like this
happen
like a spring wanting to
rise above
the river
i am the river
and it shocks the sense
of my water
to find a droplet of rain
rising to the
sky

i slew it
like dew at dawn
from a leaf
and i smash
whatever its nature
is

disrespect to the
highest degree
behaving beyond
what justice
was there
that i thought of