Input-
daily. Early morning.
Wake up to bird call and input ideas for the new day.
Run. Write. Weights. Wash.
Garden. Grass. Weeds. No Smoking.
More Chopping. Manic. Now move indoors.
Pottering.
Pacing. Painting and onto poetry.
Moving out again from bedroom.
Old room. Once far room. Cold room,
where someone died once, before I breathed.
Moving out into adjoining kitchen.
Baking time. Breaking time. Music. Movement.
Being allowed to be berserk.
Leave fears to bake in the oven. Maybe burn.
Let the lowering light have the moves.
The dance moves. In this kitchen.
Here, at the end of day.
Another day. And another day. After the input. The output.
The routine. The new routine. For the new normal.
Making moments count.
Because berserk
is only for the moves and not the mentality.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
I think the alliteration and repetition in this works so well to create that kind of fluid monotony we’re all experiencing right now. Lovely
Thanks Lucy, I love that description of our current lives- a fluid monotony 🙏👏
Baking fears in the oven… such a good idea. (K)