Poems written during lockdown
I love wildflower banks with bees and butterflies,
My house, inside it, always,
I love 8 yr old hugs,
and tofu, smoked.
I love dogs randomly entering our workspace,
Cold sea in a warm wetsuit,
When the shower tap doesn’t get stuck on boiling,
When the dishwasher works, and the washing machine stays in situ.
I love cereal, for dinner, and lunch.
I love the silence,
When one sound isn’t overlaid by another,
with another, and another.
I love a day with no agenda.
A new idea with no agenda.
A friend with no agenda.
I really hate bananas.
I have been thinking about the way
your tiny compliments
Brighten my day
with your few words
The emails that you send me on a Friday night
That tell me of the value that I bring
The single words that bring your message
to a close
The small kindness in the macaroons.
The smile, and waves, across the street.
Your words, that means ‘I like you’.
The offer of the clay, the brightness
of the day,
the lovely hugs you give me, out of nowhere,
just to say, in hugs,
how much I mean to you.
The unexpected smiles returned,
the warmth within your message.
The thought, in asking that she feed your hamster,
not about the hamster needs, but because you know she doesn’t leave the house.
And she will.
The messages you send, to share with me
the progress she has made.
Just because she can.
I have been thinking about
how you check in with me
when it’s been a while.
Just to say ‘I am still here,