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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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Aging


There are things that will go like waves,

like tide, always moving and not returning;

There are things we will no longer see,

touch, adore and cherish:


the sky laden with fog, the streets

painted with dust, the Earth

garnished with flowers, the frames
of our photographs on the walls,

reminding us of how we will never

return to experience those pristine moments.


There are things that will fade
as time ticks: our voices that will

no longer travel beyond this room,
our brows that will wrinkle,

becoming the traces of years under the sun,

searching for survival,

for love, for the movement of the sea at night,

for the song of the wind as it rustles the leaves; as it scratches our windowpanes.

We will no longer stuff our hearts with fears

of what will be and what will not.

 

                                 —Rasaq Malik