As Usual...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

as usual
this morning walk is done.
the acacia trees are not shaken.
the winds are sleepy.
the loser takes a walk
as though saying
life moves on.
as usual the bakery opens on time
an old man driving his green easy ride
becomes its first customer
for hot pan de sal.
Cesar whose wife abandoned him
years ago is talking to his loyal friend
about God and how He is obligated to save sinners.
the fat man ahead of me walks slowly
exerting all efforts to shed off
what is not wanted.

as usual the mass of the catholic church
starts at 5 in the morning
and a trickle of the faithful
take the communion.

as usual the sun shines at 6 o'clock
and joggers rest to finally take their way home.

as usual breakfast is served.
everything is usual.

as i am telling you, whatever happens,
life moves on as another entity

apart from us
the usual events still happen.