|Mornings are my litmus:Always a lark, I make energy from the dawn,
from birdsong, the light, the smells.
I’ve got up at crazy hours to see the sun rise over pack ice
I’ve walked amongst bears and looked back
I grasp the day firmly and don’t let go.
No longer, not now.
|Naomi lives in Derbyshire (would have been moving to Somerset if it weren’t for the virus) and will be published in the Places of Poetry anthology later this year https://poetrysociety.org.uk/projects/the-places-of-poetry/|