Like daisies...

 We

like daisies

turn our faces

towards the light

so bright

But

perhaps, sometimes

it is right

We too

must curl up tight

against

the dark 

of night

So long as we remember that

Morning comes

And when it does

we must

allow its warmth

to penetrate

And thus

unfurl

and open

turn

to face

our world

There are hundreds of daisies out at the moment: maybe the grass is being mown less often, maybe they are always there and I'm just usually more distracted and less attentive. So that was half the inspiration for this poem. 

I kind of love the thing about daisies turning to face the sun, and also how they all curl up over night but open again when the sun comes out in the morning. 

But I think the other part of the inspiration was something else. 

We're living in very strange times: some of us have more time and are busy telling ourselves we should make the most of it: do more, create more, learn more. And some will. We've all seen the memes about Newton discovering theories and whatnot during the plague. 

But while he was doing that, a whole lot of people, were curled up at home just trying to survive. And while they might not be in the history books, that was ok too. It still is.

Most of us, I imagine, are a mixture of both. With days or moments where we feel inspired and productive; and days or moments when we don't. Certain tasks may motivate and energise us, others may hover on jobs lists we just can't face.

Daisies are still daisies when they curl up at night. And the morning will come.