Last week it was the laundry,
today it is the bin,
the kitchen bin to be precise,
it needs emptying,
not a huge task,
simple really,
but today it feels too much,
I could kick myself,
I am not emptying glass from my shattered apartment,
nor am I sheltering in a cellar or underground station,
bombs are not falling near me,
but the bin is too much…
outside the sun is shining,
maybe a walk will help,
like it did yesterday,
this I do know,
I can’t snap out of it,
nor can I simply pull myself together,
if I could, I would,
but today the bin is too much!
Eternal footsteps 