My Brother's Visit

 In a dream

of tangled clouds,

I chase you,

running

in and out of sunbeams.

Frightened

and unsure,

I call your name.

You laugh;

hide yourself

in the shadows,

I catch up;

you disappear.

Lingering

on the perimeter

of wakefulness,

I wait, and

hold my breath.

You turn

blow kisses,

and in a flash--

you're gone. Warmth

and joy vanish,

and I am left dangling

on the edge.

—Nells Wasilewski

Published Poetry Quarterly Summer 2017

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