Sereg, the youngest brother, observes the formless
filled daily noise of elder chatter
Trying to understand the tribal implications.
A discordant rhythm reflects a lifetime of lyrics.
Greek, Italian, African all merging, melding, cacophonous
The daily patter around the backgammon table
repeats itself..again. Unwritten melody of life.
Mirror image of incoming nighttime surf
The predictable vocal pattern reinforces
the clan as an informal brotherhood.
Again.
Shining brass clothing hooks: reserved, revered. Badger jackets
have a special place.
Unwritten seating charts. everyone respects who sits where.
Chores are understood: coffee maker: pastry chef: accountant:
discussion not required.
Messenger of news when illness strikes – shared,
Mourners at funeral parlor visitations: a solemn obligation.
Trust, trust, trust- the binding chemical constructed over years.
Again.
A family. a tribe, a clan, a brotherhood.
Common among all cultures, universal.
Social constructs which create communities of all sizes
Faith never tested. Enduring, God sent.
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Right now I’m in the middle of just such a family or clan reunion and celebration, so I recognise the scene. It’s glorious isn’t it, that bond? But I like the way a modern society rises above the clan too, with wider societal loyalties and justice being a function of the state.
Anyway — back to the poem: I love it!
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attending a visitation for the “mother” of an extended clan. A sociogram of those she impacted would be a marvelous tribute to this woman who shared the unique gifts of non judgmental love and caring
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