In these times of rapid change, uncertainty and unprecedented crises people have united and divided. Next week in England shops will begin reopening again and with them a moment in time comes to a close. With this in mind, I am releasing a poem a day, each one my responses to the times as they unfolded- beginning right back to March as lockdown was about to begin to the present moments of anger and injustice.
This first poem is a bit of an introduction to these moments.
In This Time
In this time
We all say that we are fine
But our lives are put on hold
And we seem so unnaturally cold,
Pushing each other away physically
yet coming together mentally.
In this time
The clock mimes
But we don't know what day
It is any longer - Monday?
What happened to our dreaded day
now just like a Sunday
Every day easy like it
But is it?
In this time
Time ticks by;
the bees buzz and fly
the roses bloom and fall
the sun blazes and flares
the sky blue and full.
In this time
time moves on
And it is all fine.
Accalia smith 