Poem
This morning, instead
of waking up and opening
Reddit or a matchless dating app,
I opened BlueSky, with a muted
excitement I haven’t felt
since, perhaps, finding I could
tap into the pulse by following
live updates from Tahir Square.
These small shifts in morning
routine, before eight a.m., even
before coffee, although still enabling
the procrastination of the start
of work, add just a little sweet
corn into the empty husk of life
that is the darkness of November.