There’s a convent round the block from our place and the nuns were kindly leaving books out on a table in the early days of ‘the lockdown’ for people to take.
I did my best to resist them lest they could by some chance pose dangers as virus carriers. Anyway, I looked from a distance and couldn’t resist taking a book of poetry which I put away for weeks before touching it again.
It is a real gem and here’s one of the poems that I found in it today. I hope you enjoy it.
When the heart
When the heart is cut or cracked or broken Do not clutch it Let the wound lie open Let the wind From the good old sea blow in To bathe the wound with salt And let it sting Let a stray dog lick it Let a bird lean on the hole and sing A simple song like a tiny bell And let it ring. (Michael Leunig)