Month of October

In these parts of the universe,

Whenever we chance the month of October,

It rolls in on the peals of thunder.

A genesis was conceived fifty years before.

Many a days, weeks, months, years bear record.

There’s a resonance of jubilation.

Slivers of joy weave a dance to the notion.

It’s the dawn of great expectations,

Of unconnected paths but one destination.

Akpan