Brighton Life

Lockdown Poem: Like Riding A Bike

Like riding a bike

 

We do half-moons around each other’s

personal safety circles,

past carbuncled stumps, potholed

pavements, car bonnets.

 

Yet, pure-as-glass children

still shout out to strangers,

amidst this absence of playful

passing bys and high-fives.

 

We have to shrug it off,

this yearning for touch.

Back and forths across park fields –

must postpone hugs.

 

Where does it end?

Where is the line crossed?

If a learning-to-ride child

wobbled and then flopped

 

off their bike –

knees all scuffed –

would we stop and pick them up?

They’re learning too,

 

all these new rules,

the sliding scale of age,

teachings of temporary measures.

Would exuberant youth

 

stick out a palm to

the two-metre long

reach of help and refuse?

Picking up their bikes,

 

no shrieks, return to size-four feet

to hop back on the seat

and go again.

 

 

Christy Hall

www.mybrowblog.co.uk/

 

 

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