I’d lost a long-time job, which proved quite hard to bear.
The mornings were the worst, with moods of near-despair.
A brilliant August day. A Sunday. Mood – not best,
but could have been much worse. Deep down I felt depressed.
Kew Gardens – walked about, and such a sunny day.
It helped me when I saw a label on a tree.
I liked a light large lounge in which I had some tea.
I’d seen the Palace too. A King and Queen stayed here.
An unused room upstairs – or so it did appear.
And later on I had an evening outdoor swim.
I weighed a lot less then. A tall man, still not slim.
I felt as though abroad if only for a while.
Still bright. Swum round the pool. Perhaps for half a mile.
with really quite a lot of zest
although deep down, depressed.
I’d seen that empty upstairs room,
and felt a sense of doom.
All absolutely bare.
A room with just a wooden floor.
I don’t recall a door.
A quite unvarnished wooden floor,
and nothing, nothing more.
Peter Cox (written 2008, revised Sep 2017).