How To Be

I was having a dream 

that I could not sleep

quite strange I’m sure you’d agree, 

‘cause I couldn’t tell 

who was more confused

the me in the dream or me.

So when I woke up 

I decided

not to question the things that I see,

but enjoy the millions 

of miracle ways

that things know just how to be.

There’s no sense in telling

a river how to run

or a mirror how to look,

and I’ll never tell

a map where it is

or how you should end your book.

I’ll never direct 

the wind to sing

or teach birds how to fly,

there seems no point

to tell rain when to fall

or ask clouds to leave the sky.

As I walk amongst 
my brothers and sisters
I won't tell them how to feel,
but remind myself to question not
the source of love's appeal.

When flowers bloom 

and die too soon

I’ll smile as seasons change,

and let my dreams

say what they will

and not think their message strange.

Ken Owen   

Van Niddy Press   December 2019