The whole neighbourhood echoes
with inconsolable meowing –
a kitten calls its mother
or want to eat something.
In the middle of the night I want
to search for it among the yards,
it’s black and white
with big, scared eyes,
and it runs away when I approach it.
The first day in school –
the solemnity of the moment covers my fear
that the merciful touch of childhood
slowly turns into a strong squeeze.
Some children stick to their mothers’ skirts,
others look somehow dignified,
ready to fight what they still do not understand,
and yet it floats above the school yards as a phantom.
It’s been several days now
and not a sound from the kitten.
Somebody could have taken it home,
it got used to the street, or was hit by a car.
There are not many options for the small creatures
trying to find their way.
I see you holding your friend’s hand
they put you in line.
You go without turning
and my heart aches –
you are so small and vulnerable,
and so determinate in your walk.
I wish you a victory in the game
that nobody won so far.
1 September 2012