We used to talk about the weather
And should we take a coat?
It can always rain here
Even if the chances are remote.
We used to make plans
To meet in steamy cafes,
And huddle together in busy places,
To pass time in a multitude of ways.
And what of the theatres –
With the nightly applause
For the actors, with their names in lights,
Bowing for their artistic cause?
And we waited all year
For the holidays, for fun,
And the long-awaited chance
To turn our faces to the sun.
We held hands, and each other,
Never knowing we could be denied
The chance to come together,
By a fierce and changing tide.
For the whole world held its breath
As we awoke to a different day,
And fear lodged in our homes
And edged the normal away.
Yet written in the dusty catalogues of time
Were reminders that would last,
So that history would beg us listen
To the warnings from the past.
Normal is just complacency of sorts –
A comfortable, unchallenging way to go,
But who could even blame us
For going with the flow?
Now life is forever altered,
And we step up to the mark,
And boldly gather up ourselves
To chase away the dark.
(C) Lyn Halvorsen