for my brothers, brian and jase
remember when we read thoreau
and we longed to be somewhere
outside on an adventure
in the wild world of their words?
remember when we read nietzsche
and we ruminated and postulated
about being and existence
around a fire beneath a bridge?
remember when we read rumi
and we dreamed of intimacy
with god and ourselves
as days fell away to years?
remember when we read shakespeare
and we contemplated life and death
while we were yet immortal
and the fading of our hearts had not begun?