Walking

Six days ago, I walked with my brother.

The refuse of mammoth hunters at our feet.

Note

I am well, for connected days, but there are other spans when the light is not as full, the sounds are dim, and odors are empty.

I have lived well beyond my expected years, connected to this world by threads.

I miss you all, my family, my father, my brothers and sisters.

Your passing has left me damaged and the repairs are leaking patches on a worn out hull.

Forgive me for squandering these many years that you did not have the opportunity to hold in health.

I pine for you, I want you , I need you.