THE DAY STARTED:
Good, cool, overcast a little, but feeling right.I was looking
forward to a cafe alone with the notebook & pen, porridge & tea –
a return to routine. I was looking forward, then ‘all change’,
side-swiped into decline. I tried, believe me before a procession
of events came marching across the cool face of the morning.
I made porridge, ate it cold, cellphone pressed to an ear, typing
with the other hand answering two questions at a time. I made tea,
but don’t remember drinking it. The calm space of a morning cafe,
collecting words, gathering thoughts, lining it all up, the muscles
& the tendons slipping away. That feeling of peaceful connection
I haven’t felt for weeks, always on the go, within reach fading.
That ‘hit the ground running’ sensation returning. So that’s how
the day started, a mug of forgotten tea, chilled honey veins
oozing from cold porridge stuck to the spoon.