MISSING A YESTERDAY:

I didn’t allow enough time to write this entry,
so sent the picture in advance & caught a train
to the city. I promised the text would follow,
but got lost in trawling the streets for poetry.
That turned into a series of meetings, music, art,
the wind up/down in the end of year wrinkle.
The journey out, as ever, was the nail in the coffin.
No matter how good a day it’s been (& it was a good one),
energy falls below empty, I’m ‘the Husk’, parchment,
dry as desert bone, playing with some mindless APP
to silence the head noise.
Got home, cooked, slipped into work ’til late
& woke this morning with that,
“I forgot something” sensation.

(K)