After putting petrol into a diesel car,
I had no choice but to wait in a lay-by
and consider my stupidity, the inconvenience,
and then I saw a kestrel in the sky.
I leaned forward, chin on the steering wheel,
twisting my neck to look through the windscreen glass
and watched the leisurely bird, free and untroubled,
hover before swooping towards nearby grass.
Here I was, hapless, trapped in a broken car
waiting for a breakdown truck to arrive,
envious of this pirate of the air, unrestricted,
uncomplaining, with a sole instinct - to survive.