Day I didn’t blink and the day was gone.
Day I woke up on an anatomist’s table,
Day my mother, her head on the dayroom slab…
Day sails appeared, and then disappeared.
No rain came one day for 200.
Man mis-interpreted God one day, and again the next.
The oleaginous world, one day, becomes non-oleaginous.
God interpreted man and got it wrong: took a day.
My father fell into me from his deathbed: that day.
The day blank called to stop me vaporing on: happy day.
Sleet cut cold air eight days in one day.