The Sister/Brotherhood

THE SISTER/BROTHERHOOD

Artist, keeper of the fragile night,
he/she walks alone, separate, unsure touching
nothing so surely as the center of self. Keeper,
kept, a line leading off to eternity, the ship
of sisters/brothers following the pale blue surf's trace.
The storm, always ahead, or surrounding, hair
caught to the gale, the small loves, excitement
of risk, always risk, again and again, with
safety a faint light set apart from home firs
evergreen with longing but seldom reached


Her face and body

kept sacrosanct with His, something held against a chaos
within, for there is little that is truly fearful
without the self. And what could stand against perfection
of act, we only as weak as our selves permit us to be
and will we?

Shallow divers into blue

touching with outstretched fingers the treasures, the losses. . .
What other brushed by, hardly noticing? We
we scarcely recognize each other when we chance to meet.


Keith Wilson