It is so welcomingly hot
this July morning, sitting outside
beneath the shade of a parasol
with the fanning cool of breeze,
reading these newspapers.

Over the road, doors
are open to New Life Church
who every Sunday worship there,
weekend learners in the
school’s assembly hall,

allowing air in and their
pretty singing out,
hymns which partly sooth the barbs
of my absolute disdain for
this benediction.

They cheer too,
whoops of winning and joy at
a challenge being played, bonding
within the psychology of
such struggle and belief

in their belonging. I thank
the summer’s sun and our brief walk
together before this shared serenade,
the two of us doing our best
with uncertainty.