Back From A Morning Walk

i

it is earlier today.
4: 04 in the morning
on a walk
towards the college
oval beside
a gym
(i counted the steps
14 in all
from the basement

some finches
hang on the
cracks of
its cement walls)

ii

i made six rounds
walking
abreast steadily
mindless
about my surroundings
wilted
grass on the side
of the pavement

when the clouds turned
gray and
the atmosphere
dimmed
like a night study lamp
in my room
when i was too
sleepy
to notice the hours

then the rain began
to fall
and i ran as fast
as i could
to take shelter
under a
cemented roof
the gym as i told
you beforehand

iii

then there was this
old man
with a long white beard
wearing
sporty pants
and nike shoes
and seated on one
of the stairs
looking far
waiting for the rain
to stop

iv

i was behind him
a few steps away
and we were not talking
because the rain
was already falling
so hard
that i could no longer
hear the sounds of the
birds grouping
themselves
on the cracks of the
walls

v

i never felt lonelier
than ever before

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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