(On The Occasion Of Having Received Electronically A Picture Of My Immediate Family, And Under Somewhat Trying Circumstances Regarding Said Relationships)
Pictures Of My Family
There was my mother;
a stranger
To me, really; more
Of a custodian merely
As I was lounging on the sideline of life,
waiting
For my big entrance
Into The Game of Life
As a quarterback
Or more;
and then
There was my father:
a cipher
in
the background
And thus allowing me
To be my own boss
As I grew up
Into my greater role;
and then
there was
My brother:
an example
To me of my estrangement
From these people
around me
in their current
incarnation
(a condition
that perhaps I
had something to do
about);
and then
there is
My brother’s little family
(for I
Have none of my own
This time around),
sitting on
My computer,
gaily
enjoying
the
weather.
(Sent to me
out of a sense
of fealty,
since I
played father
to
the brood
at one point
upon the untimely
death
of my stranger
brother
out of a sense
of duty
to him
For services rendered
along
The Way.)
But
Strangers all, really,
comparatively.
As compared
that is to say
to the pictures
in my psyche
Of my real family:
the Family
of Man.
Now facing a decision:
whether
to separate
in the act
of Ascension
(going on
as we speak)
Or to stay together,
in this peak
experience;
heading back
from whence
we came.
Decisions. De-
cisions.
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