I look at the word – unleashed –
a synonym for going free-range or for freelancing it,
for taking a run and jump, and unfettering oneself from the
control and authority of anyone other than the thing that is the self or
the core of whatever it is to be me. I mean to write about
all of these things. But all I can think about is my shed.
And all I can see is that same shed – leashed up by a pair of harnessed Tom cats –
being
bumped
down my
garden steps
and being dragged off and out and along ……
Poem and image by Jay Cool, December 2024

