Not even a month into the year
Disconnect is salient.
I have not seen
The Traitor
Love Island
Or The New Gladiators.
I do not know what I would look like as a hippie.
I know nothing about Mrs Bates v The Postman
Or even if it was Mr or Mrs come to think of it?
Or the Call the Midwife which made ‘everyone’ cry.
I do not know what I would look like as a Viking.

And I am late-January-shop-walking
Recoiling at the packaged declarations of produced for profit “love”
Wondering if I’ll find snowdrops for Imbolc.

I have not used ChatGTP to ‘write a poem about’
Nor made a ruck of resolutions to break.
It is not the end of January:
There haven’t even been celebrity deaths
To not be devastated by yet.

And yet here I am.
Here, and yet somehow not here.

Author: Lowrey E. Gray

Usually found with a cup of tea, a pet or a book, I am most content with life's humble gifts. A catch up with friends and home baked cakes is my idea of bliss. My heart beats where my family are close but my soul will always be in that place between sunset and sunrise. 💚

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