On the first anniversary of lockdown we’re celebrating kindness. Poet Beaky describes how that has felt in these days of pain
This week, on the first anniversary of the UK’s first lockdown, UNITElive is featuring some of the top stories we have covered on the pandemic and our members’ contributions, concerns and achievements.
Here, we look back at poet Beaky’s reflections on lockdown back in May.
From the window in my kitchen
I see the field.
In the early evening sky
Where the golden light above the greenwood glows
and the long grass of the fallow field is gently blown
by the warm Springtime’s breath,
As in a field full of wishes,
There she sits.
She sits for hours in the stillness of the land.
And I watch her stillness from the sill of my window.
I wave back.
And in that wave we are joined by a rainbow bridge of
Nowadays, on a Thursday night
stand we all together,
upon our doorsteps, our driveways, by front gates,
Clapping, cheering, shouting, whooping,
Pans a-clattering, fireworks shooting – all
for the kindness of carers, health workers, bus drivers.
Opposite stands a little girl in a pink and white dress,
hair in bunches,
clutching at her daddy’s leg as if she could never let him go.
I wave back.
And in that wave we are inspired.
We are community
We care for each other
We are swimmers in an ocean of waves
We are joined by a rainbow bridge of
I have to stay home now
I have to stay safe, can’t go out.
But the world still goes on around me,
in my enclosure.
I can see the woman running, puffing, down the road,
The older couple marching apace to stay fit.
The Tesco delivery man parks up with goodies for those
lucky to get a slot.
People talking, people walking,
People missing others they love, but cannot see
Cannot hold or hug or comfort them.
And there she is
The neighbour who’s lived here longer than I
The neighbour I’d never met before.
She’s coming down the path to ask if I need anything.
‘Not today thanks Marie’, I shout from the window.
And I wave at her
And she waves back.
It’s evening now
And the sitter in the field has returned
As has the golden glow in the sky beyond the greenwood.
And then she waves at me, and through me,
Waving at the little girl, waving at Marie,
Waving at all of us who have ever waved
All of us who have ever cared
All of us
joined by a rainbow bridge of
By Beaky – a Unite activist and occasional poet
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