The Unlocking

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Written by alisonjmcintosh

I’ve been here before,
In a garden of high-definition blooms,
Proud-no aircraft-birdsong
Stars screaming bright, crisp clear moons.

I’ve been here before,
Running my fastest-hard, right down the middle of the street.
Lungs bursting; clear, sharp air
Legs tingling, no feeling in my feet.

I’ve been here before,
Combing for shells, hours waving in perfect flow.
Tiny steps, sand-swathed miles,
Not caring where or when I go.

I’ve been here before,
Soil under nails, tangled hair.
Quenching a therapeutic thirst,
nurturing growth, for digging for my share.

I’ve been here before, where my body thanks my brain
For powering down for 8 hours straight.
Deep-colour dreaming,
Full-cycle processing of pain.

I’ve been here before where the table’s set each night,
Grace, laughter, helpfulness.
All-consuming, thankfulness for each and every bite.

I’ve been here before,
Noticing the vibrancy of the smiles,
The tears flowing slow enough to comfort
Hearing the inner voices of the child.

Can I sustain the before?
Keep on living it, delete distractions?
Lockdown’s unlocked my life before
it’s too late to save lost connections?

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/explainers-52229828

Alison McIntosh 26 April 2020

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