Aug 2016
AN ACUTE ABSENCE OF WEATHER
( for my little brother Brian )
tomorrow arrived too late
to save you
you had become
the past tense
no longer present at your own life
time had abandoned you
the world turning its back
on the sun
staring into the night
a darkness
without stars
the far away barking of dogs
a somewhere
that's nowhere
where even the weathervane
doesn't know which way to turn
the acute absence
of weather
( for my little brother Brian )
tomorrow arrived too late
to save you
you had become
the past tense
no longer present at your own life
time had abandoned you
the world turning its back
on the sun
staring into the night
a darkness
without stars
the far away barking of dogs
a somewhere
that's nowhere
where even the weathervane
doesn't know which way to turn
the acute absence
of weather
Because of his stature in the world and his skill at making his way through its faults and falls...he had become the BIG BROTHER simply because of who he was. Only now in death does he once more become my little brother.
