I am listening with my eyes closed
bees bumble in flowers
wasps sharp buzzing near my head
bicycles spin past in the lane
I smell the lycra
I am listening with my eyes closed
I am listening with my eyes closed
to walkers stepping around
keeping the distance
people anxious and wary
soft breezes and hot sun
in a trapped season
I am listening with my eyes closed
I am listening, listening, feeling
cool air under trees
folk chatting as they pass
voices subdued
always the news, always the count
I am hoping, hoping, wanting
Fear washes us all clean
I am remembering
embracing, kissing friends
laughing
I am listening with my eyes closed
air moves, shivers leaves above
traffic burrs along a distant road
something clangs nearby
life persists, hopes, loves
I am listening with my eyes closed.
Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond
My response to earthweal weekly challenge: The Unsayable.
I am describing last summer in lockdown in this poem. Apart from the change form summer to winter, there is no material difference in my daily life between then to now.
Of course, we do now have safe and working vaccines!