Wednesday, August 24, 2011


LIGHT AND DARK AND LIGHT

Here and there in the grains of the photos that remain from that time you can see the blurred outline of a person, sometimes with a child or even two, walking where the way was once familiar, but that now was the bottom of an incinerator the size of their city, that still burned through them even as they walked, perhaps to escape the heat of all the nothing that remained...

At other places in the mass of the ashes of a hundred thousand lives turned into wind and rain you can make out the speck of another one still living, bent over searching, sifting in vain through blackened flakes of what once was life, once a place of daily living, where now nothing stood, where all was flat and dark, dust and fragments of death...

After the fires died, first they came seeking their loved ones, one mother searching for her daughter who that morning had gone into town early so she could pay the rent on her way to work, but the mother never found her daughter...

That mother and all the others - fathers, sisters, sons, daughters and brothers, wandered for days, weeks, the rest of their lives in their hearts in those ashes of a city of families, passing by in their dreams those passengers on the train who were charcoal statues in their seats, or those still just alive who wandered also, in search of death that waited not far away, or the ones who had left those instant white shadows on the darkened stone of the bridge or building where they'd joined the unseeable light...

All of it on that August morning-- every ash of bone, every unheard scream, every sear of pain or cry for love, every tear of life, every atom of vapor that had been a person, all of it, is in our voices now...

5 comments:

Tabor said...

Even the tears do not wash away the ashes.

Kalei's Best Friend said...

What a humbling image... Your words definitely touch me..

Mary Lou said...

I grew up through that era! Living in the Pacific, so close to it, ducking under the desk when the sirens went off, afraid of atom bombs. Little did we realize that there would be even worse to fear.

DJ said...

Your words leave a haunting memory...I still pray for the people of Japan...

chinesesouppot said...

Your writing is very touching. I enjoyed reading this post. Thanks!