Ten

PART I

Festering under the hopeless bedroom light, I slope

from the bed to open the curtains

A pigeon serenely surveys the street beneath him, whilst

a fox dives between hedgerows and skips up pathways on his way home

On the horizon, a suspicion, a promise of blue amidst the grey

PART I I

Released, I step outside and let the cold air rush in and fill my airways

Replacing the stale, sweaty odour of my semanal incarceration

feeling strong enough to venture forth

wanting to make the absolute most of it

I jump in the car, rev the engine and head straight to ASDA