Fear
An insect that creeps
slips byways of the body
unsettles, follows the unknown.
But there is certitude in a list
to organize the daily round
first I draw
this discipline a description
to set things right
life is long and valuable
if you know how to use it.
Next, I cycle to the lighthouse
submerge in winter sea
pull clothes over half wet limbs.
When back on my bike
head sticks between gears
crank back, free wheel
breathe deep and clean.
Delicious beauty
again and again
a wren hops hedges
sun streams low.
To live only for a day.
On my bike
Somehow happy
on my bike
repeat multitudes of mantras
huff uphill
stop to pant at a
summit’s stillness
Then skim past fern
blurs of green and grey
Goldfinch flock in charms
as they flick and fly
Stuck in a warm sector
of soft Atlantic air
drip and drizzle
But sweetness soon killed
by a dirty dark diesel
then another
and another
and another…
Sacha Hutchinson is living in Galway, Ireland. She recently started writing poetry, attends a weekly poetry class and has read at the Over The Edge open reading. Her poetry has appeared in Ropes 2018 and in the 2018 spring edition of Skylight 47 and the 2019 autumn edition of The Curlew. She was shortlisted for Poetry for Patients 2018 and 2019. She was longlisted for Over the Edge New Writer of the Year 2018 and shortlisted in 2019. She was accepted for the spring edition of Skylight 47 in 2021.
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