WHETHER..?

Oh little brother
you and I

standing...staring at a sky
and your childish question

"You know
when you die..?"

"Yes...?" I answer
unsure where this is going.

"Will...there still...be
weather?"

"Weather...how?" I stall
not knowing...how to answer.

"You know...like clouds?"
you loving how they change from

one thing to
another.

So I assure you
and reassure myself.

"Yes there will still be
weather...when you die."

You say nothing.
Trusting all I say.

I the elder brother
knowing the truth of all things.

Now all these years later
you have stepped across an horizon

that dividing line
between knowing and not-knowing.

"Well, Bud...?" I say
"...is there still

weather when
you die?"

Only you know
now.

And a cloud answers
in the shape of your smile.