Everywhere

 

 

The Devil's Courthouse, Blue Ridge Parkway

I come up the Blue Ridge Parkway
   on the day my brother is dying.
The Devil's Courthouse, that stunning rock face,
   is where I stop,
   the dark clouds rumbling,
   bright sunlit cloud rims
   making silhouettes of the evergreens.
I listen to the tourists from here and there,
   Boston and Tampa,
   and wait for the quiet to entrance me.
I pass Graveyard Fields while my brother is dying,
   a squall of rain washing me clean.
A bouquet of wildflowers waves at each turn.
Did you love this too, my brother?
Now you are everywhere. 

Annelinde Metzner

August 11, 2021

 

Edwin holding me when he was 12

 

My brothers Dick and Edwin, about 1946

Wildflowers blooming in August