by Caroline Whalley
Every day I wake differently, Emergent thoughts, piece by piece, Spear as shards into existent space. I check trunk, limbs, digits, for warmth and well being Stroke belly and ribs to test depth of feeling, Determine that thoughts, ruminating; Agree with my waking?
Day 1, of what will be a ‘one a day’ poem. By the end of April 2021, 30 poems will create a series written throughout the month of April 2021. Each poem covers a fragment, a snippet taken consecutively throughout a day.