5: 31a.M. Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am again listening to the sound
of the cock crowing

the silence of the jalousie window
still closed from the morning light

the faint sound of the radio in
the kitched where the housemaid does
the cooking and the cleaning

the sound of the broom
cleaning the garage and the sliding
of the rags wiping the car

the little brown dog arrives
from a kitchen door that just opened
letting it in and here it comes
as i write this
licking my lap and wagging
its short tail

i am feeling like i am the master
of my world and i am not letting
it go like some sand slipping
through my fingers

i will take a bite of my own day
like the way i take the slice
of the sweet papaya
laid on a glass table
beside a toasted sandwich
a slice of bacon and a hot
black brewed coffee.
inside a chocolate porcelain cup.