March/April

SATURDAY 28 20

A bunch of nails, hard
black berries clustered among
shiny ivy leaves.

SUNDAY 29 20

It’s hard to know this
is a Sunday without the
signs of going out.

MONDAY 30 20

I still can’t work out
If the hour is earlier or
late since the clocks changed.

TUESDAY 31 20

I venture out in
an outlaw’s mask, a silk scarf
with dancers on it.

WEDNESDAY 1 20

On the tarmac a
squirrel gnaws its way through a
pomegranate shell.

THURSDAY 2 20

A new ritual
to practise, seven tablets
after my breakfast.

FRIDAY 3 20

I wish I knew the
names and colours of all these
birds from their singing.