Holding Steady


With one foot 

I rock

back and forth

calm and bright

a steady pace 

for silvery sleep

With a loaded cart

I steer 

through crowded aisles

and car parks

Re-stocking shelves

stirring pots

refilling endlessly 

empty bellies

With frenzied fingers

I type

Spilling words, wishes

and realisations

Finding the

pulse underneath

Hoping for 

existential purpose

and a life that 


With each movement

I exist

The mundane, understated

nature of each task

underscoring the 


of life

lived for others

expressed through 

passion, purpose and 


This post is inspired by the Five Minute Friday writing challenge. Each week I join with this talented group of writers, free writing for five minutes in accordance with a prompt. Today’s prompt is ‘steady’. 

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