Today

Today

Here in the woods by the ocean,

I look for my brother’s presence.

I am willing and able to see signs where there are none knowing that he is with me.

155 Sundays have passed since the ordinary Sunday became so sadly different.

What was supposed to be a visit before he went home turned into a chaotic last goodbye.

I saw a deer disappear in the brush and his brother watching, wondering if he was safe.

“Brother, I’m gone!”

I had a bunny run around me on the path to avoid me, only to return to the space he was working.

“Brother, I’m right here!”