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