May 3

TUESDAY 14

Shadow puppet bird
shapes block out fragments of sun
behind the closed blinds.

WEDNESDAY 15

Another lying day
Unaware much of outside, just
the firmness beneath.

THURSDAY 16

People fill the room.
I switch on the light, say I’m
the only one here.

FRIDAY 17

A magpie in the
road chases a brown paper, wind
inflated balloon.

SATURDAY 18

The needle bruise in
my elbow has turned into
a shrouded island.

SUNDAY 19

The sky jaundiced, breeze
from outside. The weather app
says there might be rain.

MONDAY 20

First day properly
out, walking, periwinkle,
blue globes on a shrub.