Recorded for Poem-a-Day, September 30, 2016.
About this Poem 

“With this poem I think of cycles. And meditate on devotion, perseverance, work, loneliness, and our vast multitudes stirring in our own private universes. How we are all someone to someone else.”
—Joseph O. Legaspi

Someone

Somewhere someone rises
far earlier than you before
the faintest glimmer blues
the darkest dark wakens
without alarm without body
roused by the nightingales
neighbor friend or stranger
who hasn't seen his sunlit
children faces a cold sink
oh caffeinated sleepwalker
march daily industry with
necessity down one flight
then up two is heaven in
someone warm beside you

Copyright © 2016 by Joseph O. Legaspi. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on September 30, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.

Copyright © 2016 by Joseph O. Legaspi. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on September 30, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.

Joseph O. Legaspi

Joseph O. Legaspi

Joseph O. Legaspi is the author of Imago (CavanKerry Press, 2007), winner of a Global Filipino Literary Award.

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We suffer through blinding equatorial heat,
refusing to unfold the suspended bamboo shade 
nested by a pair of hardworking, cheerless sparrows.
We’ve watched them fly in-and-out of their double
entryways, dried grass, twigs clamped in their beaks.
They skip, nestle in their woodsy tunnel

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             "Tell me whom you love, and I’ll tell you who you are." – Creole Proverb


The man whose throat blossoms with spicy chocolates
Tempers my ways of flurrying
Is my inner recesses surfacing
Paints the bedroom blue because he wants to carry me to the skies
Pear eater in

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slides down into my body, soft
lambs wool, what everybody
in school is wearing, and for me
to have it my mother worked twenty
hours at the fast-food joint.
The sweater fits like a lover,
sleeves snug, thin on the waist.
As I run my fingers through the knit,
I see my mother