Nothing Extraordinary Nothing Peculiar - Poem by RIC BASTASA

i wake up early today
3 a.m.,
not for any call from
as though it has something
to do with the divine and
the miraculous,
telling me what to do
or his angels
for some reminders,
to be good, and kind
and compassionate,

there is nothing
extraordinary about
waking up early,
nothing peculiar really,
there is no rhyme
or even prose in this
unholy hour where
the other spirits
still roam claiming
this hour to be
still theirs rightfully,

sometimes i claim
this is pure work,
legal matters to be
finished and done
on time, or some
personal matters
to be written and
clarified, some journal
entries of my life,
for their reference when
i am gone
dead, to say the flat
word for departure,
but i think, to be honest
with you
(dear reader) i wake
up because some words
come inside my mind,

well, i admit, poems,
some more poems,

to my embarrassment
from my undisturbed friends

they ask, what have i to
do with these orphans?

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 16, 2008

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