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.