I had a terrible dream today. A sad dream, a cruel possibility.
I thought my brother came back; that he was with me.
That he had been resurrected, like Jesus, and we spoke again in simple terms.
And I asked him why he had died, who was to blame? What had happened?
I had asked the lord this question before;
My brother said he heard me ask this of the lord, when I was at my most weak, alone and sad. And so I asked him now for this reprise from the suffocation and pain of his passing, the opportunity for a drowning man to draw breath, to sigh and to rest beneath a meadow tree again.
I woke suddenly and did not hear his reply.