Sometimes I Ponder

sometimes i ponder on the useless
things that i think i have done with so much importance
for the day:

1.stopping on a white bridge in Dikayo
and seeing the flood of the brown river
seeing the floating coconuts and
some drift woods

stopping the car.

2. standing beside a bay window
seeing the sea torn into halves
brown on the shore and blue on the
upper portion

stop the reading.

3. setting aside the curtain to
let in the light from the morning sun
turning off the lights and getting
away from the hazards of the
computer screen

stopping, stopping.
stooping.

4. looking over the road from
this two-storey building left by
the Spaniards that once ruled
this old town

aimlessly.

5. stopping for a while. wanting
this world to stop revolving.

wishing.

sometimes i wonder, if all these useless
things that i do can change the world

or just my small world.

I am doing all these. Without thinking much
if the time is wasted.

i sit back on my chair. Staring on a blank wall
that is painted with the color of
the chalk.

Back to writing. The chalk reminds.
The chalk that resembles
the pen.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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