Start my Day
-Start- Heater begins to warm. Sitting on the train, I will not be late. Start my day - My Job - Today. by Emmy Horstkamp 23/1/2024
January 23, 2024
Today I woke up an hour before I had to be on the train. The time I start my day is important only to me. I am not on someone else’s timeclock. I start my day early to take photos on an empty train and to get to my workspace before the chatter of coffee breaks begin.
Today, at 700 there was coffee chattter… the first time in two months. I’m not sure what happened to bring all those people into the workspace on a Tuesday. I missed the usual quiet work morning as people spoke nearby. I did not get my usual few hours of work before other people crawled their way into my mind.
I wrote the above poem this morning. Below are the two poems that inspired it.
-Start- My day or I will be late. 5 more minutes. My morning or I will be the only one. OK. My job on time - This is a breeze. OK. by Emmy Horstkamp 23/1/24
Heater begins to warm, Sitting on the train, I will not be late Starting my day - my job - today. by Emmy Horstkamp 23/1/24
The third and first poem I wrote is:
The time starts my day, not the only one early, the breeze starts it's day. by Emmy Horstkamp 23/1/24
Each morning, I write small short poems in three different books and then use these poems as inspiration for my longer Storeyean poem.
The longer poem for today is about my commute and the words surrounding me at the office space. Some words from the above poems are used in the longer poem but, all four poems say different things about my morning in the UK.