Stillness

sky

It is the perfect ANZAC day.

No wind.

A sky as grey and warm as an army blanket.

The leaves in the trees are motionless, as if they too know there is a need for a sombre earth.

I shirk from what it can mean. I would prefer we need not remember. I don’t like flags. Especially waving ones. I would like to be certain we are not glorifying. Instead why not mourn our failure to learn from what has gone before. March for Peace.

But. Maybe. If you have loved a solider and seen them sail away across a silver sea. Watched them turn to a speck. Felt the tug of their distance. And they have not come home, then today is something. Like medals, locks of hair, a remembered song. You loved them and they are lost.

The jets break the silence. So much louder when there is no air moving but them. They boom. They crack open the sky. They remind us war is anything but silent. Messy, bloody, dirty. Not like this still and perfect day.

A bugle is beautiful. How does he form the notes?

The reverence of ninety-three thousand football fans makes you hold your breath, while he hums a tune through pursed lips.

If only we could remember.

About Nicole Lobry de Bruyn

Born in the psychedelic sixties to hard working and conservative parents my sister and I grew up in sleepy suburban Perth, Western Australia. We played by the river, the beach and in the bushland of the cementary. I loved a chocolate Dachshund enough to make me want to become a veterinarian. I did. I became paralysed from the waist down when car hit tree. But not running, walking, standing or kneeling didn't prevent me being a vet. I am still a vet but would prefer to write and read and read and write about walking and not walking, feeling and not feeling, knowing and not knowing. So this is what happens when you enter thechookhouse.
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4 Responses to Stillness

  1. Felicity says:

    Beautifully said, Nic.

  2. Franko says:

    Nic, you are so gentle and understanding. being able to expand oneself into the sky and the stories of others is a rare talent. Your post is a balm on my struggle to understand this public holiday.

  3. So still I felt when reading this … and sad, for the losses and the stupidity that human wage as war instead of waging peace and celebrating all the gifts. Vindictiveness and spite and jealousy and fear all boiled up to make disgusting, ravenous, defiling war .. whether it on humans or anything else that we can not fathom. We fear THAT within ourselves so we deny and crush to try and absolve ourselves. Thank you.

  4. Janet Ingham says:

    Beautifully said Nicole. Sadly, even though we remember, we never seem to learn. Such a
    waste.

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