Brother, I will not meet you
or know you
or be able to see such things as you;
this nightmare of surging ocean.
I shall never know it,
could not imagine it,
not for all my years
imagine hope cast upon an unwanted tide
like pearls bouncing on a hardwood floor
slipping away.
Maybe in thousands of years, brother.
when the moon slants and wavers
then I will know
but until then
I can only gaze upon second hand images
and hold my breath.