On Maui
Sitting on the breakwater,
long before first light,
I was met by gifts
and messengers.
First, a small bird
to warn me to be
ready.
And then, knowing
before it happened,
that a shooting star
would appear,
right where I looked,
followed by the ecstasy
between land and water
the sky and I, and
from somewhere,
a mantra,
"Don't be greedy,
don't be greedy."
All will come about
in due time.
Be happy with small gifts
from the universe
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
