Shook off the dust

I rediscovered my youngest brother in 1972,
it was a construed meeting in Wellington
some years after we last shared the same
breathing space. Time and place were
not significant but I recall the glowing
face of a young man whose parentage
no-one would doubt as he greeted me.

It was a moment where time stands
still from one breath to the next, where
invisible effects cancel earthly constraints
and the conversation of eleven years past
continues without a thought a word being
lost. We didn’t shake hands, we just
shook off the dust and renewed our lives.
© I.D. Carswell