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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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