Brotherhood’s Stream - Poem by Kelly Vinal
Soon enough, we’ll persist fond in memory
Or not so, depending;
I possess no Book of Life.
But still, quiet in the earth
Eternal silence –
Ironic, as we were once bullhorns
So and not so long ago
What happens when the boulders
Split the stream, diverging
To independent realities,
Now mutually exclusive?
In mine, I’m lost, seeking
That carving path, knowing
Only the approaching bay.
All this while I wonder:
Where have you gone?
So far diverged now, the babble of your waters
Eludes my ears, while my eddies
Spin apart in centrifugal dance
And I dance around the jagged rocks
Irony. We were once bulwarks -
Bullhorns of youthful defiance
The ocean’s where the waters go -
Draws us to the undertow
I know we’ll find that open bay
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