As Dawn Arises....... Poem by RIC BASTASA

SHE wakes up at
3 a.m.

here the door becomes
alive with some bangs

she kneels and prays for
her prayers

i still want to pursue
some dreams but i must
too wake up with her

i am at home with the
pillow and the warm blanket
as the aircon hums

at four a.m. the kitchen
begins to make its own sounds

she makes coffee
i can hear the sound of glass
and silver spoon and the
whirling of hot water

i open the window and turn
off the airconditioning unit

i let the air get in
i see shadows of trees dancing
under the tiny lights
of the stars

the winds are harsh and cold and
indifferent.