Aug 20
THE FLIGHT OF DARKNESS INTO LIGHT
( for my little brother Brian )
Ahhhh....here you
are again.
You who
are here and yet not
here
a shadow tossed aside
a breeze stalking
the shrubberies
the ghost of leaves
foliage on the move
that then: stops
silence solidified
...or did it?
The flight of darkness
into light
suddenly a paw
tentatively becomes a snout
then the all of you
"Friend fox. . !"
I call to you
mind to mind
you looking
as if you've heard
stare at my silent
voice
both of us amazed
you ever so
red before becoming
a shadow tossed aside
a here not here
the flight of darkness into light
a breeze
stalking the shrubberies
the ghost of leaves.
*
One of my last conversations with my brother( conversations could be 3 hours on the phone )and he told me of a fox he had seen. He asked me why I had never written a poem for him and would I write his experience for him. I did so and it lay there in my scribbly hieroglyph until I managed to decipher my own writing( this is easier said than done). I was going to read it to him at the next phone call but there never was another phone call. The fox and my brother now merging into one in the here/not here.
My brother said that the next time I came over he would bring me to Glendalough and Newgrange was to planed for a later next time. Little did I know that the next time would be for his funeral.
So I was thinking of going on pilgrimage to here so I could place the spirit of him there. Then my friend said out of the blue and not knowing any of this: "I'm going to bring you to Glendalough!" And he did!
So I was able to place my brother here amongst the silence and the beauty. In the little museum they have there....there was a stuffed fox who looked back into the soul of me. One of the last things Brian and I spoke of was a fox that came to his window and he asked me to write the poem of that. I had written the poem but he never got to hear it. The poem now exists tied to the picture off this fox.
I felt nearer my brother here than at a lonely graveside.
( for my little brother Brian )
Ahhhh....here you
are again.
You who
are here and yet not
here
a shadow tossed aside
a breeze stalking
the shrubberies
the ghost of leaves
foliage on the move
that then: stops
silence solidified
...or did it?
The flight of darkness
into light
suddenly a paw
tentatively becomes a snout
then the all of you
"Friend fox. . !"
I call to you
mind to mind
you looking
as if you've heard
stare at my silent
voice
both of us amazed
you ever so
red before becoming
a shadow tossed aside
a here not here
the flight of darkness into light
a breeze
stalking the shrubberies
the ghost of leaves.
*
One of my last conversations with my brother( conversations could be 3 hours on the phone )and he told me of a fox he had seen. He asked me why I had never written a poem for him and would I write his experience for him. I did so and it lay there in my scribbly hieroglyph until I managed to decipher my own writing( this is easier said than done). I was going to read it to him at the next phone call but there never was another phone call. The fox and my brother now merging into one in the here/not here.
My brother said that the next time I came over he would bring me to Glendalough and Newgrange was to planed for a later next time. Little did I know that the next time would be for his funeral.
So I was thinking of going on pilgrimage to here so I could place the spirit of him there. Then my friend said out of the blue and not knowing any of this: "I'm going to bring you to Glendalough!" And he did!
So I was able to place my brother here amongst the silence and the beauty. In the little museum they have there....there was a stuffed fox who looked back into the soul of me. One of the last things Brian and I spoke of was a fox that came to his window and he asked me to write the poem of that. I had written the poem but he never got to hear it. The poem now exists tied to the picture off this fox.
I felt nearer my brother here than at a lonely graveside.
