Helen Cottee
what if? - a poem
What if this is happening
for us,
not to us?
What if the crumbling systems
need to crumble?
What if the same systems
need to crumble
in you and I?
What if a ‘new normal’
first needed the ‘old normal’ to be gone?
What if we were never
going to let it go easily?
What if this is bringing out
the best in humanity?
What if it could bring out
the best in you?
What if the reality of
war
separation
‘me first’
too much
consumerism
too busy
disconnected families
everything I want immediately
could never have lasted?
What if it was never supposed to last?
What if history will look back kindly?
What if in the middle of the crumbling you simply
let yourself be
let yourself heal
let yourself grieve
let yourself feel?
What if you don’t
tweet it
or post it
or snap it
or share it?
but instead you hold it close
like a small bird born too soon
who needs to be protected for a while
until it’s ready to find its wings?
