Seasonal get togethers

And what of that, that we cannot let go
into the footfalls of our histories
when we are no longer able to walk;
carrying an age before our time,
wearing it like a second shadow.
Reminded today
how in this same seat some years ago 
it seemed my sisters husband saw
something about me 
that he wished was about her;
she saw it, 
heard it too 
in the sounds from his eyes 
as they tossed forth then back. 
Now, 
crippled still
in the cavity where she did break
lies the menacing smile that greets me,
a black ribbon of cloud
that fractures our midday suns
And I shake my head
as if to loosen a troubled insight
wondering if some of us might be born 
to sit in the shadows.

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

Loose-cannon brother-in-law; a man who creates shadows.

"And I shake my head/ as if to loosen a troubled insight..."

Brilliant lines; brilliant poem!