Every morning, I walk six metres
from back door to office,
which sits at the bottom of my garden.
I bring my coffee, to drink
as I set myself up for the day.
This involves opening notebooks,
pens, booting up
computers, setting up iPads.
Next, importantly, check emails,
list reply needs, sip coffee, check
texts messages and respond.
Now social media needs attention;
watch clips that seduce the eye
then catch myself on, reach out,
place my journal before me,
uncap my pen. Without noticing,
my eyes glaze over, the page stays
blank, I stare into the middle distance.
Head jolt shocks me back to
to prevent drying up,
place books in front of me,
glance titles and authors,
review my reading list.
Enough, I move back to social
media for a clips update.
Now, and only now, am I
the ping for lunch.
My day is half over,
time to trek back home.
6th April 2020