306: A Meditative Practice

I sit at the kitchen table and write.

A square of morning light

falls on me.

I watch the shadow of my pen

wander across the page

like a foreign object not guided

by the muscles in my hand and arm,

the electric impulses in my brain.

Writing is a meditative practice.

A grounding.

I emphasise the silence

between my ears and headphones

and the beat of the music

humming in my veins,

echoing in my chest

like the shadow of a faded thrill.

The warmth demands presence.

The paper demands care.

The music demands silence.

I write you into the silence

with all the attention of a distant lover

who tries to keep your image

in the locket of their mind.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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