throwing stones into the brook
i noticed the far off lamb sounds,
felt the cold water creep up clothes
my brain told me tales of wanting.
you were in the all around,
i could not escape my mind,
not beyond this singularity,
and this point in time.
never sure what choices
found me, unelected, at this place;
it was unprovoked
just drawn by the notion
of the water and it’s supple coolness
bathing the broken skin.
i felt that if i lay down
it would refresh me in ways
that bring calm, a calm that in turn
i would bring down on you.
you, my brother, my lamb
for all that we are, and that i am
i will do all that i can.