As I untangle
Myself from the long absence
Gratitude greets me
You steal
Scenes abandoned and almost forgotten
You magnify
Memories faint but revival-worthy
You help
Hearts fighting yet weakened
You build
Brotherly-love mortared with hope
You. Needed. Here. There.
Who worries for the
Dust under the fingernails of searching hands
Dust brushed from faces of fallen family found
Within the rock-rubble of spilled homes, villages
How far away is this from here
We worry for the
Dusty shelves
Fallen knick-knacks
Milk-spills on floors
How long the pretending we share different dust
I wonder while swimming
While swimming with wonder
If
He
With
Nothing but instinct
Sneaked up to me
If
I
With
Complete compassion and some kelp
Reached out to him
Would
He
Then
Let me touch and soothe
And look deep into
Great
White
Eyes