Coming And Going

I have… through clear vision seen

the coming and goings of my time.

For I in my silent witness must concede

that the life of my occasion has indeed been lean.

                            For on the other side of this looking glass,

stood the ghostly visages of my not too distant past.

For there was my Mother and grandmother too

Standing, with faces of ash… waving, waving from afar,

And there too, was my cousin Cindy

with her funny hat and sad sad smile.

Yet, she stood alone in abject dejection

on the black unforgiving abyss of a dying star.

I quickly turned my head from this surreal scene

And tried in vain to gather in this unruly dream.

 Yet, standing against the opposite wall,

stood another looking glass twice as tall.

And within its mahogany frame

Gazed a reflection, which bore no name.

Yet no name was needed, for I knew him well

He was me…and I was him…

Trapped and bound to that future place

to which I would soon dwell.

I turned back to the other glass

hoping to see my mother, to look at my past.

However, the mirror was empty, all cold and black.

Nowhere left to turn, no where to run,

So I aborted yesterday

and turned to face that which is yet to be done.

So to turn I did, to face the face without a name

And I did so with grievance, for I saw the coming of pain.

With bones a brittle and sunken eyes

Suffering was evident in my coming demise.

So forward, I shall march, into what is no longer unknown,

For my past is what it is…like the ghost of my mother…gone.

and my future I now know…through this vision / nightmare/ dream.

That my life, my coming…and my going

has now been seen.

J. Allen Wilson © 2005

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