Prison spaces are funny places.
Like porridge people find comedy in adversity.
And there were other things that worried me then.
And Prison faces are weathered spaces.
You see pain and pathos in their eyes.
As they look down never up to catch your glance.
But prison grace is something else.
The hope that comes from being suddenly free.
The fear of being reunited with a loved one.
And the blossom that grows thereof.