final_thp_4thedition

Poem by William Brochinsky
Art by Nicole Lau
TO GONE...
TO GOD
Today, we laughed
tomorrow, cry
Future days to question why.
Dynamics change
Transitions alter trajectories
what was a present today
may be absent tomorrow
waxing and waning of faculties
like the moon’s orbit around her mortality.
Spirit giveth and taketh
a continual, unending, barter of dualism
universality, fundamental expectations;
we must embrace life, with tenacity
when we can no longer deny the ensuing fate.
Tomorrow may erode the particles of solidity.
Wondrously replenished in darkness of rest.
Then upon my awake,
erodes again and again
her world misplaces terrain daily
even if she smiles buoyantly in void stare.
We laughed hysterically, at a circumstance today
were we to cry? To sob? To risk drought
in a flood of endless tears?
Today was not the day to purge
leave that till tomorrow
when I may have the strength to withstand
or she may simply just forget
a priceless back-handed gift
no longer recalling.
There is irony weaved into her exit corridor.
Irony in her denouement.
Lost expectations.
A sea of uncertainty… that is dementia.
Watching regression back to infancy
While absent siblings sing their own melancholy songs.
Odd callings to return to the heavenly womb
go unnoticed to mere observers
one has to be present to feel the pain of her desire.
The slow shedding of what was
strewn along her path... to gone...to God.
PG | 29