You and I—
we feel,
we love,
we regret.
Yet we remain
the binding particle
of a formless self.
They divide us,
pit us against each other.
We found safety
for thirteen days.
Before dawn,
we felt the breath
that seeps through cracks
into minds like a narrow thread of force,
and the fog spilled out.
Above our heads, false stars
created by warm bodies
to annihilate
what passed through the gate
of a birthing woman.
We write words to conjure
happy endings
at the ball of extermination
that tears apart
the pulsing light
of a thousand veins.
Please sit with me
before you go
Do you feel it—
the mourning procession
of human beings
transforming into a state of fission
and drifting away?
And a sigh is so sad
of trembling atoms
when the victim becomes the destroyer.
Feel the force of the fall,
and do not shatter hope
even if the world
trembles to its core
because there is still YOU,
still ME,
and still
OTHERS.
Hania Rani Journey-from xAbo: Father Boniecki