somewhere in the depth
of my evening despair
I figured I should go
for a short walk
to buy some cat food
if nothing else.
my spirits rose
when I remembered
that they’d probably have
Marmite back on the shelves
and so it was:
I now have something
tiny, black and sticky
to look forward to
for breakfast tomorrow.
I am ever-grateful
for small mercies
they keep me alive
in ways that
other things
cannot.