Mikaela Castledine #185 Repeat

Sometimes the mandala of the days

with the intrication of the patterning

the fine powders of

each poured and measured minute

spins dizzy into one colour and one time

and here I am rising

from my nested sheets over and over

as every morning reappears to be relived

and cold tiptoed into

and night routines are made mechanical

around once more

finish your work write your poem brush your teeth

insert yourself bed warming into sleep

repeat