NOT YET

I resist falling

into shouting

the news online,

for a moment,

the whole day

would go counting

the attacks

and the deaths,

the injustices

of this fallen,

broken globe,

so I drink

rather bad tasting

coffee, turn

to one simple Synge

after the gyres

and perrning

of an average Yeats

and tell myself

after this

I will walk

in the radiant sunshine.

20.03.2026