The intimacy of sitting in little chairs,
with your brother
at a little table set for two.
Having a little tea or cocoa,
in little tiny cups.
…imagining what it is like
to be another,
to be you at a different time.
Here, sitting with your brother
with just a taste
and just a taste of apple,
and just a taste
of an older life.
…and being real,
being both silly
and grown up.
Then looking out the window,
seeing the horizon in the distance,
the edge that is yet to be explored.
Sitting there with your older self,
tucked safely deep inside.
This communion, always with you
at a table set for two.
You are living now, as you will be living then.
Though, your view is sheltered,
this is who you are.
The courage it will take to leave,
But, the delight in coming back…
to this shelter,
to this tea,
to this brother, and
to this your centered self.
This poem came from seeing a picture of two grandsons having “tea”, a small snack to provide some nourishment but also to occupy them for a “little” while. It is a beautiful picture of two brothers having fun…the older looking out the window that he faced, past the younger. While the younger seemed to be chatting and engrossed in the setting.
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Imagined little picnics with my younger brother, Kent the whole time.
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This makes me smile. I think we all have memories of “communion” with siblings.