Brothers
Written while looking at fog rolling past my window on the morning of 17th December 2004, Whistler, B.C.
Silently flowing past my window.
You have come a long way.
From Hawaii.
Bringing warm rain and
The taste of volcanoes from across
The wide Pacific Ocean.
Mothering the Proud trees,
While the moss beards them.
Darkness makes you softer, gentle, muffled.
Sunrise gives you a false, golden glow.
I know you are cold and implacable,
Relentless and insidious,
And I will not let you in.
My home is warm and bright and you
Are not welcome here
But
We are the same, you and I.
Both visitors here, from afar.
I know you will return
Long after I leave
But when I die.
I will return to you.
And be here.
In the fog.
You have come a long way.
From Hawaii.
Bringing warm rain and
The taste of volcanoes from across
The wide Pacific Ocean.
Mothering the Proud trees,
While the moss beards them.
Darkness makes you softer, gentle, muffled.
Sunrise gives you a false, golden glow.
I know you are cold and implacable,
Relentless and insidious,
And I will not let you in.
My home is warm and bright and you
Are not welcome here
But
We are the same, you and I.
Both visitors here, from afar.
I know you will return
Long after I leave
But when I die.
I will return to you.
And be here.
In the fog.
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