Kill the morning news
don’t want to know
numbers rising
more death
no personal protection.
Through the open door
slants of air
wisps of light
at the birdfeeder
five goldfinch collect
two balance, pick seeds
flick offerings to those below.
Walk my morning circuit
pass twitching curtains, on the wide
empty road, people move away
masked, eyes black
face blank, no hello
maybe this is a Connemara thing
they say they’re more friendly in Cork
I want to shout only one percent die
it doesn’t hurt to say hello.
The ache of loneliness
insulare
to make into an island
to know an inner self
but now to go beyond
to be self forgetting.
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Sacha Hutchinson is an eye doctor working in Galway, Ireland. She has a BA in fine art, she paints and illustrates. 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, in the 2018 spring edition of Skylight 47 and the autumn edition of Curlew. She was shortlisted for Poetry for Patients 2018 and 2019. She was shortlisted for Over the Edge New Writer of the Year 2019