BK/AK

 

13^th April 2026

 

It’s at the moment of the split.

The sky is blue,

The clouds are billowing white,

The cherry blossom is in full beauty,

The stark red of tulips

Glimpsed through the brittle beach hedge.

The magnolia magnificent in the neighbour’s

peeping around the gentle haze of green fuzz

unfurling in the hedgerows.

The camellia spilling its barbie pink blossoms on the gravel.

 

One phone call

A strangled cry

Spilled coffee

Horror

Disbelief

Devastation

Flinging the phone away

No.

 

The violent end of normalcy

The shattering of natural

The agony of death

The terror of suicide.

The questions began

Children still played until the pain filtered to us all.

We need help, this is bigger than us.

How to find words to say why

The dreadful silence because there are no words

No answers

Each revelation only worse.

No bright side.

No “at leasts.”

No glads.

Only wrong, only pain, only defragmentation of past, present and future.

 

The weight of sorrow landing on us,

The blackness of our world shrinking to this narrow impossibility.

Walking with the vultures circling overhead

Navigating the steep ravine of the shadow of death,

The furnace of affliction.

Where is the table to feast at in the presence of my enemies?

Looking for my footprints and seeing only one set.

Knowing I am carried by the Rock that is higher than I;

Be still.