As lockdown began, I had a very strong sense that it was important not to come to conclusions about what it all meant too soon. The wisdom times of difficulty bring takes time to make itself known.
Busy the sun, the wind, the birds, the spring greening
But my heart’s sound is silence, a dampening
As if under snow
A sadness, a wondering, an echoing of grief
A slow accumulation of things discarded:
Appointments, hurry, drive, ambition
Each, one by one, shrivel, displaying their transience
Leaving their worth questioned.
They sink, pressured and oozing into the dark,
The silence and waiting.
Slowly a new economy is established
A slow ascendance of
The hidden, the basic, the humble
A new warmth is generated
A safe place, a protected place
A place of richness, of interdependence
Of giving and receiving of nutriment
Don’t dig it up too soon
Don’t disperse it and use it yet
Leave it to sit
In it is Life