A Brother’s Lament

An elegy

While I am able, I will see the sea — A silver sliver of a knife resting on a table atop a shredded sheath of trees.

While I can see, I’ll watch a paisley cloud, embroidered by a breeze, weave the light of life into a solferino shroud.

While I can feel, I will sense the stars sending tremorous phantoms bearing pictures of the past, totems of time.

While I can hear, Trees murmur, grass grieves. Leaves listen, The sea seethes.

The earth trembles, startling the stars, arresting the rain. Clouds part, their radiant rays Proclaim my pain.

Villa Flores, July 2023

Here is an earlier poem on the same subject, the loss of another sibling.

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