(with acknowledgements to Jenni Pascoe, from whom I stole the last line.)
This is the summer of our hibernation
Of waiting, and of hiding from the world
As lockdown ends we feel ourselves awaken
As we’ve been resting, something has unfurled.
It isn’t over yet. We’re all still waiting
To know when it will be safe to emerge.
But we’ve been hoping, dreaming and creating.
And now we’re feeling ready for the surge.
While we’ve been quiet something has been changing.
We’ve lost so much. It’s time for something new
The things we saw as fixed are rearranging.
Already, we know what we have to do.
As well as tears, there’s purpose in our eyes:
From chrysalises, butterflies will rise.
Tom Juniper Poetry 