I have lain on the floor knowing I was beat
melting and relaxing into defeat,
the blue tiles absorbing my failure.
I found eventually that I was cold
and I picked myself up.

Winter
Spring
circles

the vernal equinox has passed
light grows and the plants in my window
bud and leaf
fern fronds uncurl
I have chilli seeds ready for planting

I have lain on the floor
on the blue suicide tiles

I have been silent

move slowly
heal
bud and leaf