September (#poem)

Counting down the timeline
Clutching it in my hand
Where is my tomorrow
In the Promised Land

When you see Jesus on the corner,
Joseph in the corridor,
Raphael in a field of green
Something is happening it seems

September is the signal
The guide has appeared
Too early to throw your hands up
Don’t give in to fear

Searching for home night and day
Where it used to be
Look ahead, not behind
You know you cannot stay