Timeworn
18 July 2017
A day came to be,
riding the wings elapsing.
The wave stops for none.
But the day came with its wind,
collecting rust-
caressing the tender to rough.
Slowing down the wheels,
task to task, dawn to dusk,
you keep counting breaths,
as the silence reels.
You exist, waiting.

This story is about an old couple, Pu Yi Shan (82) and Bo Ma Wo (80) whom I met in the remote mountain top village called Zhiziluo in Lijiang, Yunnan, China in 2015. The old man is a village doctor and his wife is a homemaker. They live on their own with the seldom visit of the family members, passing their last days holding on to each other.

There, I was a part of their journey for a month.