i can see (ode to my brother)

when the universe expands before me
and engulfs the night sky
like skrink-wrap
;
when 6.1 billion points of light
like snowflakes told to stand still a minute
and set on slow spin-dry
gently whirl above me
;
when a black disc
its crescent edge burning white
arcs lazily overhead and out of reach
:
how is it that i
one (1) person
this mountain under me
some air above me
a star-strewn abyss
beyond me
am not alone
?
how about this:
reality
is much, much more
than what i can see.

and were i to peel back the sky
(not with my hands of course)
and were i to see past the stars
(not with my eyes of course)
i feel i would see. . . . .you.


peekaboo.

i.pity.d.fool