Who withdraws from our bank?
You can probably picture the sort
I know I did, but then I saw and
Abandoned presupposition
Some breeze bold and expectant, bravely
Talking of Spurs or the traffic, whilst
Others trapped by nervous embarrassment
Hover, eyes down, glued to the door
Once in, they can’t help but spill their travails
Requiring gentle ears to collect them
Divorced architects, nurses out of credit,
The furloughed and pandemic afflicted
Cabbies with the Knowledge but
Know-how’s not enough to turn things around
From social housing, tents, flats,
Leafy suburbs, even mansions
We’re all just a coincidence from crisis, a
Cocktail of events, concocting the perfect storm
A multicultural meteorological event
With no natural immunity or vaccine
Who withdraws from our bank?
It could be you or me…
The local foodbank was started in 2012, distributing from our church Monday to Friday. It has taught me many lessons. I hope and pray it has made a difference to our guests. I know it has made a difference to me.
(25.11.21)
© Ben Quant 2021