poem #38

if all goes well
He’s leaving soon. Very soon. I’ve been thinking lately that it’s strange how I feel about
it. He’ll be missed, of course. He’s a regular installment in the house now. But for some
reason when I think about the leaving, I can’t see beyond to the return. I can’t picture
him coming back. It’s like I’m never going to see him again. Oh, he’ll come back. But it
won’t be the same. He won’t be the same. Something in him that has caused him to find
himself in this place in his life will leave him, if all goes well. It has caused his family
to see that he needs a change. It has caused him to see that he needs a change. And he
knows it’s about to happen. When he goes away, he won’t come back the same. He’ll
come back without it, if all goes well. A piece of the boy in him will stay on the remnants
of that glacier that has been destroyed by the global warming that doesn’t exist. The
freezing tumultuous terrain will shoot cold splinters of manhood through him, if all goes
well. A lot of grief has been in the making of this expedition, and a lot of love and care. It
will all be worth it in the end, if all goes well.
– Dominique R. Scalia
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