|A horizontal arm-wrestle with a cryptic crossword,
a no-holds-barred with fiendish sudoku,
a fifty-page paperback ride over American plains
on the trail of Seventh Cavalry and Oglala Sioux.
Then downstairs to give hell to the cross-trainer,
earphones shuffling a random Spotify metre
of Super Trouper, Ruby Love or Sultans of Swing;
2 km/2 metre pedestrians passing the window
on their out of doors treadmill, going everywhere,
nowhere; the western horizon a blue canvas dabbed
with wads of cotton wool and the curvature
of those Slieve Bernagh humpbacks – Cragg,
Feenlea, Moylussa, Ballykildea.
The cross-trainer takes its toll on aching arms and legs
|MICHAEL DURACK Michael Durack lives in Tipperary, Ireland. His work features in journals such as The Blue Nib, Skylight 47 and Poetry Ireland Review. Publications include a memoir, Saved to Memory: Lost to View (2016) and a collection, Where It Began ( Revival, 2017.) A second collection, Flip Sides, is forthcoming from Revival Press.|