The Village, Spring and Summer 2020
When the world had gone mad
And things were so bad
And staying at home was the new going out
And life shrank to the size of a screen
But if we were lucky we still saw some green in the fields and the gardens we passed when we could.
Until everything stopped.
No outings, no meetings
No seeing our gran,
No chatting to besties or folks in the street, unless they were housemates and under our feet.
Like a film that has stuck on one frame we were trapped
Right here or right there and no pushing our luck.
Then the village was there.
We shared how to live, how to cook, how to thrive
How to cut our own hair, how to keep lives alive
How to decorate windows with rainbows and smiles
And thank yous and love yous and heroes in scrubs
All the while doing dances to get to the shop, to measure out distance and never to stop
for a gossip because
Careless coughs cost lives.
And as we were dancing and hopping and shopping
Away in the days and the nights out of sight
The nurses nursed
And the medics healed
And the porters ported
And the cleaners cleaned
And the shops found ways
To keep us fed
And the volunteers
Were the ones who led
And the plumbers, the makers, the menders, the servers
The deliverers and fixers and doers and drivers
Made living more easy and safer for us
While the bus
And the train
Got people to work
So teachers could teach
And make sure to reach
The kids feeling lonely and frightened and sad
To show that it wasn’t the whole world gone bad.
And everyone zoomed
And glimpsed people’s rooms
And their bookcases, partners, and cats on the prowl
While we waited for news
That the danger was gone
That the sea and the fields and the shops and the towns
Would be safe for a hug with someone we love
Because that is the magic that uncurls a frown.
And all the way through, the old and the young
The high risk and low risk and no-risk-allowed
Were wrapped in the safety of people who cared
Were helped by the people who noticed and shared
The people who live on our streets and our lanes
The folk of the village that showed us its heart
And carried us on through the fear and the dark
To the end that’s in sight just ahead, one more hill,
And we’re all going to make it, together, we will.
#NotAPoem by #NotAPoet June 2020
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