what is ephemeral; what shall last?
release my future
forgive my past
brother drowns in dreams too large
scraping the ocean’s sand
within distance of land
saying he hopes
he lies on the floor
his mind rusts
and his whisper reminds me
there is no distance
between the wings of his prayer
and the breath of my mind
as night pitches in
we begin
again
the long, long journey
home
we’re not alone

i’m grateful for the ending of the journey; discovering who we are—it is inevitable