Spontaneity

Sometimes on impulse,

No more than a whim,

Rides wonderous, uninhibited joy.

Singing an anthem of improvisation,

Off on a lark like

A child with a toy.

 

Discrete inclination comes

Mooching on musings,

Pensive with longing but

In want of sense.

Left unrestrained to

Ad-lib its abandon

Can fly on a scheme

Beyond expedience.

 

But tasking a tendency

To moderation and

Pinching it short of extreme,

The natural course can

Become a resource

Eclipsing the heart’s fondest dream.