Of Lasts and Firsts
There will come a time for all things to be their last.
The last train journey on the tiresome commute to work.
The last time I see my dad around my house painting something, usually anything stationary, maybe a rock.
A final time where my daughter asks for a bedtime story or for her back to be rubbed or for kisses to soothe her to sleep, When did I stop asking my mum?
The last night you finally stop thinking about your ex where you feel sick to the stomach.
A last time when your white fluffy puppy sits between your legs for warmth and security as you wind down from the day with some video games.
The last time you feel pain as you drift off to sleep before your surgery.
The last time the red junglefowl mates and creates its mutant offspring chicken. (The very first chicken, not the egg)
The final time anyone has to ever hear from a celebrity president.
The final time the last dollar is sent to any country for war machines.
The last cherished voice mail from your Dad, short and succinct just letting me know he called, nothing poetic or philosophical, still just routine and perfect as it is.
A final internal fight with your own mind before giving way to the relief of acceptance.
A final sunset, 5 billion years in the making, where the sun draws its last breath of hydrogen and ejects a colourful planetary nebula, before destroying the entire solar system.
I hope each moment 'to notice', as each moment is as special as the very last, yet hope the final time for each poignant situation is recognised when it comes.
Someone should notice.
There will come a time for new things to have their first.
The first gas explosion that creates a tidal wave for an ever expanding universe.
Every day a new cosmic miracle to witness, simply by having existed in this time together.
The first time we have the privilege of meeting.
The first time the world witnesses the most beautiful eyes opening for the first time to absorb the light of the world, my daughters.
A first time that we watch our first Bluey episode, and immediately fall homesick for something we never knew we missed.
A first time to walk my daughter down the aisle to marry the man, woman or fishperson of her dreams. I am so woke at this point that it honestly doesn't matter who or what she marries. But she, just like all people, deserves to be happy.
A first time, pray it be soon, the entire Palestinian population can finally feel safe and at peace as we do everyday in our homes here in Australia.
A first time that I present this poem and the first time you get to hear all its wonder
A first recommendation of this poem as the answer the world peace, naturally.
A first nobel peace prize awarded to someone who just wrote a damn poem. Ok this is getting silly now.
A first but final time that we will be together and go our separate ways, and not meet again not through ill will - rather life's journey simply results in uncrossed paths.
A first time of reflection where all the last poignant moments and crossed and uncrossed paths of life, are recognised and at the very least worthy of someone noticing, even if it only happens to be me.
A first time where I will close my eyes for the last time.
Who will notice then.