by Nafeesa Hamid
When the world was ending
I sat in a sunny park
seeing in spring –
I feel like I’ve waited for you forever!
There were only two other people
in the vastness of a park that usually feels
who saw her quietly come by too.
The stillness before storm.
the awe before apocalypse.
Soaking up the wet grass,
daffodils and daisies
muddied wellies, scarf wrapped tight
squinting for more sun,
I spot my first bumblebee of the year
a small smile wriggles delicately,
you follow an itch, upwards,
think about what to have for dinner –
remember how to feel hungry again,
and how best to carry on
Take a long sip of the coldest water you have ever drunk,
the wind kindly holding your hair back
from your supple baby face,
plant your hands into mother earth,
pull your many selves up,
and continue being
Darwen Market Square – centre poem