Sibs One son is of the air; one son is of the water. They hug each other tight tight - part wrestle - brothers. "I don't know what we'd do without you," one says to the other. Neither remembers life before. Of all the people we love, sisters and brothers are with us longest. There's so much time to make and break bonds. Now they splash together swing together move through time and space together and I relax knowing I don't have to be enough. When I am wrong when I am gone when I am preoccupied with my own living (and their daddy is, too) there is another being with love wired into every cell with every nerve attuned with a shared history almost as long as their own who will hold them tight tight and who knows how to light their matches. What a gift. |