The Unexpected.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there are things that we cannot
but accept

bitter pills to swallow because
they say they make us well

and there are things too that we must throw away
because they are too sweet
and can kill us

sometimes in doubt
because of too much noise in the diversity of opinions
and we have become exhausted of those ever busy hours
making our own
and listening to all the chatters of the air
we simply stop doing anything
we sit and take the quiet

at this moment we become too light
as we empty whatever we think we have
and we realize
this is good this is another beginning
we have become new
and young again