In the Shadow of the Sun
The breaking of silences has begun
put it behind us and move on
rupture the edifice of dreams –
icicle tears collapse in lockdown’s thaw
until it’s as if nothing had changed
no trace of the daily reckoning
what it was to face up to the end.
The morning gathers in the sun
scatters it over everything green.
Shore up reality with dreams
protect the life within, the heart, the soul.
The female blackbird rarely sings
The blackbird stretches his song
over young-leaved trees and gardens,
above the sound of children playing
and the silence of the road.
But sometimes she sings a duet
with him, so closely matching the notes
that it’s one harmony, one song.