My Brother and I Stood on the Shore

My brother and I stood on the shore
And looked out to an ocean
We thought we saw.
But wasn’t the sea we knew.

Tumultuous, bitter, heaving mass
That hid beneath its brazen skin
Deeper thoughts and stillness.
Within its dark bosom sat the future.

And years later, the boy I no longer am,
Standing next to my brother, is innocent.
And I, the man I am, now dark and deep
As the sea’s indigo dreams.

Slowly I learn, and contemplate the
Cold air of the future I live in.
And slowly again, to speak in its presence.
But lessons are like promises.

Sometimes lost.

Sometimes stolen.

Sometimes abandoned.

Other times reserved.

My brother and I stood on the shore
And looked out to a future
We could not have guessed
But I was fortunate not to be alone.