WHETHER..?
Oh little brother
you and I
standing...staring at a sky
and your childish question
"You know
when you die..? "
"Yes...? " I answer
unsure where this is going.
"Will...there still...be
weather? "
"Weather...how? " I stall
not knowing...how to answer.
"You know...like clouds? "
you loving how they change from
one thing to
another.
So I assure you
and reassure myself.
"Yes there will still be
weather...when you die."
You say nothing.
Trusting all I say.
I the elder brother
knowing the truth of all things.
Now all these years later
you have stepped across an horizon
that dividing line
between knowing and not-knowing.
"Well, Bud...? " I say
"...is there still
weather when
you die? "
Only you know
now.
And a cloud answers
in the shape of your smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That’s a lovely poem. Thank you for sharing