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.
Seventeen 