what we learn
is we are the ones deciding what happens
experience proves otherwise
natures speaks the reverse
that flower that i have never touched
or designed
this morning unfolded from its closet buds
blooming without
my consent
and so does others, sun, moon, stars,
sea,
wind, your hands unto mine touching me
while i am sleeping
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/while-i-am-sleeping/
