Have compassion for the unhappy

Ring a ring roses

A pocket full of posies

Atishoo Atishoo

We all fall down.

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Fear of your friend

your neighbour

your fellow worker.

Fear the stranger.

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Stretch out a hand but

don?t clasp. Seize what?s left

on the floor

against the door.

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The kiss. The embrace.

We have feelings but can?t touch.

Shields shielding the shielded.

Hemmed in. Trapped.

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Our lips move. Our eyes see.

We hear. But we are not there.

We?re global. We?re local.

We could be in our living room.

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Lift up your eyes.

Listen to The Lark Ascending*.

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*The Decameron ? Giovanni Boccaccio

*Vaughan Williams

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By Joy Johnson