Covid Phase 1 – An Ending

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.

 

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The morning gathers in the sun

scatters it over everything green.

 

Shore up reality with dreams

protect the life within, the heart, the soul.

 

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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.