My pen suspended above the page,
waiting.
But the words don’t come.
fear
vertigo
Crossing the cliff face, I look down
the world rushes up at me. So I look up
the world rushes down at me. So I
slide my hand across solid stone. And I
creep forward.
Anxious #2
Physio, rego, sugar, and bread
Its 4.36am.
I woke in a panic, gasping for breath.
Laundry, lawns mowed, and appointments to set.
I try to ease myself with a poem.
But my to-do list marches relentlessly restless.
Is this the Library? 