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my swiss brother

we drove
for hours
through the
oregon countryside,
the landscape concealed
in darkness of deep night,
but the sky twinkling with stars

we had no destination,
but drove simply
to drive

“when i was little,”
he told me,

“my parents said
i was going to be
a big brother.
they asked if
i wanted a
little sister
or a little
brother.
i said
i wanted
a big sister.
now, many years later,
i’ve found my big sister:
you.”

today,
many years later,
my now-manager laughed
at a typo that reminded him
of his dad

it made me
think of how

my swiss brother
spoke perfect english
when he returned to switzerland,
save for how he’d ask
do we go now?”
instead of
can we go now?”

just
like that,
i was with him
on the road
under the moonlit
oregon country sky,
my heart twinkling
like the stars
that night

 

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  1. September 7, 2016 at 6:18 pm

    Very sweet. 🙂

    • September 17, 2016 at 3:27 pm

      It felt so good to feel like he was nearby, even though he’s physically thousands of miles away. I feel a little of the same now.

      I should probably send him a link to this. 🙂

  2. Paul
    September 7, 2016 at 8:59 pm

    So cool.I love that driving in the night with no destination but with someone close to you. When I was about 28 I was forced to give up long haul and went to work in a long haul dispatch office. My boss, Patricia, had a new car and we used to set out on Friday after work and drive all night where ever we wanted . We talked and had quite times and fit together extremely well. We did not have a romantic relationship but what we had was very different from a friendship – not weaker but rather different and unique. You are the only other person I have ever heard doing the driving all night thing.

    • September 17, 2016 at 3:29 pm

      I used to do this with my friend Mack! Until I read your comment, I didn’t think that the fact we took those rides might have something to do with that closeness. They were always at night, when some inhibitions seem to fall. (I once saw “night talk” addressed well in the book Talk Before Sleep, but didn’t connect it to this.) There’s an intimacy in it that’s hard to replicate elsewhere.

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