Hunkered on a limb 93 years from the trunk of my tree,
I teeter precariously. The slightest wind can send me to
A place adjacent to despair. I long for someone to be there.
My estranged younger brother parts his hair in the middle.
He has yet to decide which side to take. This dichotomy
Haunted his life. He couldn’t decide which wife to marry, which
Ferry to take across the lake. All choices were conditioned on
Fears he couldn’t hear. The static persisted until he resisted
No longer and reclaimed his branch in the tree next to me.
Yes, Wink, we were reconciled before he died about ten years ago. Thanks for continuing to read my thoughts! Glen
Praying that this signifies that you and your brother have re-connected. Love ~ Wink