– sonnet # 1 –

My brothers and sisters are a distance long

As my mind stays parked in its space,

But while a reunion’s urge stays strong,

Fear shows its mileage ‘pon my face.

The transportation awaits

And is ready to take me down many trails,

Swerving and turning as my heart debates

If eye-to-eye reunions mean eye-to-eye fails.

Baggage is not an issue for this travel

Here in the age of spring;

I do not have much to unravel,

Except one honest thing:

‘Love for siblings cannot be disguised,

Be they blood or otherwise.’



D.J. Whisenant


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