It’s a parcel on my doorstep from you who has never met me,
It’s a Facebook photo of brave women laughing and loving
No longer virtual,
It’s Pasquale my neighbour
by my car asking
“Please can I help, that looks heavy.”
It’s the Italian and the Qatari Jumping for their lives,
And with one will look,
In Olympian spirit
Agreeing to share the prize
It’s Bell Bank,
The moneymaking place Giving money to give the joy of giving,
It’s me when I lose my hard edge
And shed public tears
When it may not seem too cool.
It’s you when you
Seize your courage
And reach out a hand and say kind words
To anyone and everyone on Poetry Live.