Holding Almost

As one gets older
Getting older seems to change.
Time no longer passes
The way a car passes,
Getting smaller in the distance,
Consolidating; the thing
That passed a moment ago
And the spot that dots the road’s end
And disappears.

Time fades.

Getting older is a hopeless charge –
Holding the door
Against the flow
Of waters arising against the house
With lock not set
Or once set and now broken
And no one to call
For help
And no one to wait for
Alone with the rising waters
And the waning strength
Every moment
A moment lost
And the door,
Cracked by the weight,
Every leaking drop a wedge
Driven into the yaw
By the beating rain
The falling sky.

Beyond the pale of the face
That strains against the rising waters
That holds
Almost holds
Against the tide
And the time that is the worst of it.
Holding almost against the waters,
Marking time until
The time that was
Is gone
And every dripping instant

Rushing waters bear
Away resistance.

Jay Duret

About Ijagun Poetry Journal

Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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