That's the word. It comes
to me in a moment as my brother
waves his hands, eyebrow gymnastics
and Steven Hawkins soliloquy
stretching across the table.
We can predict the path
of human behavior, it all relates
to our past experiences
and patterns found in every day life...
he trails off, eyebrows landing soft
and hands ducking beneath the table.
The universes' mysteries, her habits
tangle in his brain,
unfurling in rare, precious moments.
Life is so big and so
small at the same time, and for that reason
I am thankful for a few shared months
gleaned from the universes' infinite,
swirling blue march, in a place
where toilets flush counter-
clockwise and mullets are popular
and steak sizzles over hot coals
at every street corner.
Some patterns do not repeat
except in memory
so we hold those memories close
to remind us of what was
and that, if we want,
we have the power to repeat them.
