The First October

Two dogs rush past
on the street in front of me,
sparing only brief glances
as they eagerly embark on journeys
to taste as much freedom as they can
before their owners realise their absence.

The birds chirp a melodious song,
complemented by the din of the highway,
and never-ending construction work and repairs,
possible only now that
our ravaging Winter has left.

The wind is strong yet gentle,
carrying the smells of
cut grass drying out
on this Spring morning,
long before
the oppressive heat of Summer arrives.

I’m slowly exploring
this neighbourhood:
mid-morning walks
not as frequent as I’d like,
though far more possible
now that home affairs are more settled.

In mere weeks,
the kids will be home
for the agonisingly-long Summer break,
when rest is in short supply,
as nights crunch sleep
into insufficient pauses
between intolerably warm days.

One year ago,
I sat on a curb
reflecting on an environment I’d soon lose:
a home of nearly 15 years,
which I bade farewell to
as the endless march
of time and life
took me to pastures anew.

And now,
I sit on a different curb,
out in the open street –
not sheltered,
yet still safe –
taking in
the last days of October,
before year-end approaches
and,
I hope,
the weight of these last 12 months
will dissipate.

Further afield,
the world burns
as genocide is streamed live,
cloaked under tired excuses
trotted out
every time the bully
embarks on another campaign
of disproportionate destruction,
eager to usurp
more and more,
an insatiable greed
endured, decade after decade,
by those painted as sub-human –
underserving of ‘civilised’ consideration –
by the modern day pharaohs
and their media magicians.

And whilst I get
to kiss my kids at night,
and tuck them in
to comfortable, safe beds,
their counterparts
half the world away
spend nights in terror,
not knowing
when the next blast will hit…
when their parents
will go to sleep,
never to wake again.

Tomorrow is not promised –
to them
or to us –
but
in these dark days,
all we can do
is trust
that
peace will prevail,
the suffering will end.
When true justice is served
enemies can become friends…


6 thoughts on “The First October

  1. Gentle peace to your summer, Yacoob. I hope it won’t get too hot for your beautiful corner of the Earth, but here I am with some 78-degree days as we roll towards October. Frost used to come weeks ago. It looks like much cooler temperatures are blowing in quite suddenly next week…who knows?

    And yes, too many of our neighbors on the planet are behaving unacceptably, fueled by unguarded emotions and a strangely virulent illogic. I pray for wisdom and reason to guide us and love to unite us.

    And I pray that your own life can settle into well-deserved peaceful rhythms, joyful and calm.

    1. Thanks, Kitty. May the Autumn bring a beautiful change – both outside and within, as it’s a season rich with wisdom for those who open their inner eyes to its lessons.

  2. Powerful message, Yacoob, thanks for sharing. Many of us feel the same way about the relentless bombing and killing of innocents, regardless of border, regardless of state. Troubling times indeed.

    1. Thanks, Vance. Honestly, I think it’s fairly clear that the masses of humanity – those who are decent and not blinded by greed and power – would never, ever choose to do such things. Humans recognise how awful these actions are and only a small minority would ever wish such suffering on *anyone* – regardless of where they stand ideologically or politically.

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