NEWARK – FIRST TRIP AFTER LOCKDOWN
Shall we sit for a while
in our new normal and
listen to anxious voices drifting up
'mortgage holiday
no holiday
schooling at home
vacation at home
staying home.'
Above our heads birds are
fluting, whistling, calling while
on the bank two ducks stretch and settle.
Hot sun and green trees breathe
life into cooped up children, awakening
laughter and hope
go, go, go and
with a branch for a sword, they
race each other down the slope,
short legs and longer legs,
grown in their isolation.
The family move on and silence settles
about us, all I can hear is the
speedy buzzing, like race day, of bees.
My back starts to ache, and coffee has
grown cold. Snacks all gone now.
We stretch out our own cooped up limbs,
to move on.
Regenerated, nourished, warm.
On the way out we see
the dead tree,
dark and stark,
a reminder all is still not well.
June 2020
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