Wondering... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is this wonder about
what is really happening and

what is really said, as the words
keep pouring like rain in a summer's

day, like sunshine amidst the
darkness of the room with a

roof leaking, like smoke going to
the sky, like fire from the heart,

like chimney, soothed by soot,
like lights turned on at dawn

like steps sounding its nearness
to the door, like leaves that fall toward

the south, like birds resting upon a
tree after a long journey

things are scattered, and there is no
stopping, the winds move in different

directions, like thoughts, unstoppable
by our grammatical restraints,

litters, finally collect themselves like
crabs inside a pail of full of water.