Just Thoughts Early Morning Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is another morning
in the cancer of the tropics
the chickens jump from
the trees where they roost
for the night
the cocks faithfully crow
you can hear the cackling
as sounds of the day

later the motorcycles
ramble their engines on the
roads
of this small village
where i live

people dress themselves
for work
children go to school
with their colored bags
and tiny shoes

days are always usual
faithful to their routine
like a clockwork
like a machine

who wants to change it
and create a confusion?
no one dares
even death
takes a pattern

and so the days keep grinding
us with boredom
unless a terrorist comes with
a new bomb
shakes the world
and cause it more shock
so that new questions come
demanding for
more innovative solutions

who likes it that way?
no one.

we are like old rivers
old water taking the same path
to that same ancient sea

when we arrive there
there is no greeting
no welcome at all
just the usual fusion of
anonymity
and exhaustion and
the unburdening of that
load

some prepare for the big storm
and that is
something new
to entertain

this poem begs for meaning
again that is
a routine.

you ask it too
and it does not make any difference at all

you are as ancient in your question
as the snake in that myth
about Eden.