Sitting at the table with brother
And sister amongst the smoke and beer.
Pervading, sits love and grudge, windows
And doors, blood and bonds, and outside the wind.
Oh wind, longing to blow a gale, in due time
You can bellow through us like you want.
I disregard others when I want.
Like a sulking leaf, without a brother.
Lineage of branches reaching through time.
So I prepare for my ascent, leaving my beer
And empty glasses. I see the door, hear the wind.
Lights from a passersby through windows.
Like captive animals behind windows
The driver looks in at us. I want
To disregard him but he feels the wind.
I know he yearns for his brother.
Nostalgic, eager for blood and beer
He leaves us, that passerby, passing time.
Rising wind, writhing tree, pause in time,
Laughter from inside I hear through windows.
The wind contorts the tree. Tasting beer,
I disregard others when I want:
Blood, bonds, friends, lovers, sister, and brother.
I witness a leaf, claimed by the wind.
I feel it, but can’t see the wind.
I feel my presence with them, at this time.
“Be a leaf, not the wind. Be that brother,”
I tell myself. Glancing at them through windows.
I need to love others when they want
Yet, I see empty glasses of beer.
I cast aside my smoke and beer.
Numerous leaves relieved by the wind
And I fail to disregard them like I want.
They can feel me, I’m with them all the time
From either side of these windows.
One day, autumn wind, make me a brother.
Full glass of beer, empty with time.
Unkempt windows, broken, inviting wind.
I think I know what you want, dear brother.