Poetic Movements

Oatcakes from Arran, butter & jam, the cafetiere standing – ground coffee in it –  waiting for the water to boil. School children are always up and out on the streets earlier. Today's news a flash of speculation and analysis dipped in the local accent. Some music on some new British hit from the charts. I forget to wonder when British radio became so self-absorbed. A gale from the west is expected later in the day, minor flooding warnings on - but not for here. The pound is trending lower again. So does the next song on. There has been a scarcity of fruit lately, which I am reminded of as I open the fridge. Perhaps if I make it to the grocer’s before work, I will be luckier…  [In the months to come, more than anything, I will miss these mornings; the hazy eyes the heavy steps outdoors the muscles, still stiff, waking up only as you walk the accidental coffee drops here and there on clothing the passers-by exchanging quick glances and soft smiles; the day launching itself unawar

The vibrancy in the atmosphere tonight expands and enters my mind. Cramped within its thin walls sparkles for attention flashy like Christmas lights. I’ve stopped processing details and all there’s left is space to occupy. This vibrancy tonight exploits the vacancy in my mind creeping silently inside now, to be found  omnipresent in all its buzz only when hours have passed and the city will look again a lot like its old self. There’s space tonight and more than before it’s noticeable that the city never went away. December 2020, Athens. Photo: city space detail; 22 November 2020, Athens.

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