When Our Neighbourhood Became Our World

(A Golden Shovel Poem After William Morris)

Days rolled darkly into weeks, into months, but we reached out with rainbows, light and love
Isolation came to creep beneath our doors but shrivelled under smiles and slunk away. This is
True: if our world had shrunk, our purpose had grown too: we tried to gauge enough
We found our parks, deep forests, marshes, rivers flowing through: new ways to be, though
We found sadness, we found strength: in neighbours, group chats and community, the
Bubbled floated full and bubbled arms unfurled when our neighbourhood became our world
Brought fellowship into our streets, onto our doorsteps, into our hearts, we learnt just to be
At last. We will hold hands, we will breathe deep and our small worlds will be a-waning