This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
old habits
old habits walk
on paths well worn
the ruts of life
the past not shorn
to make a change
requires heft
the fear creeps in
what will be left?
Habit Home
When sameness turns to sadness
and the night is rather dark
What spirit do you wish to come
and tend your crying heart
May you find some comfort
in the folds of your routine
Relax inside the thing you know
in what has often been