Elocution.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the beauty about unfinished
work is that you still have a reason
to wake up early morning tomorrow,

i do not mean an unfinished painting
where the red is still bloody on the canvass
as though it is a wounded skin and bleeding,

it is something not morbid, and i do not mean
a poem half its form and sound like a scream that you
cut or a song that you quit for a while because you
believe that there is something much better
for it when sung again the following early morning,

what i really mean is something which i still
cannot grasp, where i am in the middle of
the sea, and i still cannot figure out where is
my island home, when i become so anxious and then
i still have a reason to wake up tomorrow
morning

and then ascertain if there is still reason left
to finish what i..do not really know....