Another day has inched its way through,
helicoptors grounded for the night time
and the silence is loud
without street noise
without parties drifting across city gardens
without the noisy backfiring bikes.
Just a mournful siren tearing through the darkness
a collective cry of anguish.
As we sit in the gloaming, our pale faces are drawn in exhaustion,
confusion and fear.
The garden so quiet I can hear grass blades brushing together.
When will this end, I can see we are thinking as one.
Our childrens’ lives brought to a standstill, rudely halted with shattered dreams,
by this venomous, hungry and greedy force, devouring innocent and precious lives.
My body hurts and my soul screams out as I look to the blue black sky
where my eyes find and track two birds,
I can hear their beating wings, feel the downdraft as they push through the still air, see their bodies pulsing over me.
I want to be those birds
a couple racing home from a mad night out, baby sitter waiting
racing for the bus
racing for that performance
racing to catch the toddler
racing to a meeting
racing to open my door and greet a loved one
racing to put my arms around my grandaughter
racing through life
but as I look down, I see my feet, stubbornly glued to this earth
Waiting for the race to begin again.
Vivienne Sansum 8/4/20
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