-maybe My Life Is Routinary- Poem by aira olayvar

Waking up in the morning, saying my little prayer.
Thanking him for another morning, a new day to begin.
Doing the little reading, sipping coffee while sitting.

Pouring the cold water on my warm body,
Trembling yet enjoying, it is to me so awakening.
Preparing myself to be at work,
Doing a little walk with a little talk.
Finding myself at the bus stop where the busses stops to pick us up.

Freshly starting my day with a smile,
Though the traffic situation seemed to make me scowl.
Going down the bus with a warm welcome…
A new hours at work is about to start.

Back on my table, my seat is always available… to receive all the people.
Answering telephone calls, doing different communications.
Staring at different faces, reading gestures as conveyed.
For tones and accents, sometimes are difficult to get.

Knapsack of thoughts at the end of the day-
Assessment for what was it that’s been brought by my whole day.
My special friend is there to unwind me wholly.
Is there something for me to learn today?
Evening comes and so another morning is coming,
Another waking up and thanking.
The same old routine will begin again.

-aira