Third Day

He began to trash the room

throwing paper, knick-knacks, pillows

and anything else his blindness could find.

The dog watched surprised.

All at once he sat down to rest -

stared into the mess he’d made

before moving again to pick up each bit

until darkness finally came.

Although things could so nearly be put right

it would never be the same

and on the next day there was this sense

of a sudden and permanent change.

But it was on the third day that he found

the photos he thought he’d lost forever.