A desk lamp directed towards a desk, with the rest of the room in darkness. Photo: By Serasena on Unsplash.
Poem: The day
'It has just broken 5:30am...'
It has just broken 5:30am,
the day greyed over, my angled desk light pointing
away from me so it can’t dazzle the keyboard.
I am sat in my room with a silent drum kit
and a laptop containing the whole world.
For a short while, perhaps five minutes, no more than that,
I left this space to its own order and counted my breathing.