The sun pours in through some chance
Against all probability.
This only happens once or twice a year.
This only lasts ten minutes at the most.
This is the only sun he ever sees.
He moves his head.
Briefly, he is uncomfortable.
Briefly, he is sun-blind.
His pale skin burns,
His lips part,
Pleasure breaks through
In the form of a sigh.
Then it is gone.
Damp walls are as before.
Bare bed is returned to
For another year.
He waits for the memory
To repeat itself
Once again.
Birmingham, spring 1987
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