I started my pandemic poems—written with a Sharpie on scraps of building wrap and posted on the fence out front—to keep myself sane and connect with the new neighbours I’ve never met while we were in lockdown. Forty-nine days, forty-nine poems.
I wanted all the poems to be positive—a more difficult challenge than I’d hoped. Some days I wrote half a dozen poems, only to reject every one because they were grim and dark reflections of my mood. I would write until I found the light of good thoughts … sometimes I thought the positive poems would never come.
But they did. And by forcing myself to focus on the positive, I began to feel it.
And the neighbours must have felt it too. They stopped and read them silently to themselves. They read them aloud to their children. They laughed. They came by every day specifically to read the next instalment.
And I listened to them from the shed and smiled.
On Saturday I took them all down—symbolically freeing us from lockdown.
On Sunday I found this lovely note pinned to the gate. I’m still smiling.
They say you reap what you sow. Well, I’ve harvested two months of smiles from those silly poems. Almost makes me want to go back into lockdown and do it all again …
Or maybe not …
Again, I was so busy yesterday between work and painting, I didn’t get the poem up. So here are two at once.
The last two.
Tomorrow, we will shift to Level 2, in which most of us will go back to work and school. We’ll be able to meet with friends (in small numbers and with appropriate social distancing), and buy things in shops rather than online. Our classrooms and workplaces will look different, feel different. We will be nervous, excited, relieved, frightened …
But right now I have to say I’m damned proud of this nation and the heroic team effort that has gotten us to this point. There’s a long way to go before the virus is beaten, but the amazing leadership (and followers-ship) we’ve seen in New Zealand has saved lives and jobs–we only have to look abroad to see what we might have experienced without the swift and dramatic response we took.
Ka pai, Aotearoa! Go out there tomorrow and enjoy yourselves. Be safe, keep your distance, and wash your hands! Kia kaha!
I’ve been so busy painting the new house, I haven’t gotten the weekend’s poems posted here, so here are three days’ worth.
Today, we’ll learn whether we’re moving to Level 2, in which most everyone will go back to work and school. It will be a big, and somewhat nerve-wracking move if we do. But it’s been amazing what Kiwis have done the past six weeks–the amount of teamwork, dedication and aroha they’ve shown has been inspiring. Ka pai!
Another beautiful day in store for us! Let’s hope this unseasonably warm weather lasts at least until we’re all back at work and school!
Today we’ll learn what level 2 will look like. Crossing our fingers we get there next week. Keep your distance, everyone! Now’s not the time to slack off!
An icy start this morning. The mountains are beautiful covered in snow from yesterday’s storm.
The bricklayers are outside singing as they work on the house. (Well, one of them is singing, and the others haven’t killed him yet. LOL!) With no new cases of Covid-19 yesterday, we are guardedly optimistic we’ll get through this yet. Kia kaha!
This is Pandemic poem number forty! Forty days and forty nights … I wonder if Noah wrote poetry to pass the time on the ark?
Another glorious day of sun. I know it will end (sooner rather than later), but I’ll take every lovely day I can at this point.
Another day, another … day … Hope everyone is keeping busy and well. It’s been good to see work being done on the new house this week. We’re working hard to get the outside painting done while this warm weather lasts.