Sometimes it’s the ordinary, the banal
that can bring a sense of peace. I’m in
another city and this room is like a corridor
painted a particularly vile shade of green.
I sit at the desk and we’re a man – I should
say woman down so I take phone calls,
pencil appointments into the diary
and staple pages together to make booklets.
It’s as if I’ve returned after a long period
of illness – everyone pleased to see me
and I realise I’m pleased to see them.
Happy again among new friends
for however long it might last.
The sky is now silver and blue
instead of its customary black.