Windchimes
I sit by the pool and watch my nephew
It’s cool, too cold for August
A shiver wiggles up my spine
The sun touches the trees but not us
The wind chimes sing
Their melody wafts over like a pleasant attar
And I don’t cry like I used to
Because death and life don’t matter
It’s a memorial to my brother
That chiming I hear by the pool
His one life in history
Is a speck out of the whole
But would you believe I still care?
Even though he’ll be forgotten
And generations from now he’ll be nothing
In fact, I’ll be the one rotting
Would you believe I still remember?
When it was him and I in that water
Combat tainting every other moment
But not there, clear blue heaven our cotter
And those chiming, windblown strains
They remind me of years ago,
Of joined happiness that came like rain
Infrequent as in a desert
But boy, I’m glad they came