the church bells nearby <br />toll <br />for whom, for you, <br />some prayers <br />broadcast on the microphone <br />in this place of <br />little christianities, <br /> <br />you wash your face <br />put on your clothes <br />church this morning <br />i forget, we used to <br />have church every <br />morning when we <br />were newly married, <br /> <br />changes, time, <br />ebb, high tides, <br />moons and more moons, <br />moorings and more moorings <br />mornings and lots of boring mornings, <br /> <br />i have changed and you have changed too. <br />i walk, i walk away, and you will pray, <br />i will pray too but in other silent places <br />far away from us, from you, from everything <br />familiar <br /> <br />too boring, but not sad yet, we are anticipating sadness <br />like noontime <br />lunch with so much chili and pepper, <br />and cold rice, the one we had <br />for breakfast, <br />these kinds, you know, are not my favorites.... <br /> <br />yet without any word, you will serve them.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/4-59-in-the-early-morning/
