floating world - two brothers

one of us traded it for laughter
one of us traded it for security

one wanders continents
content in ambiguities,
foreign tongues, monsoon deserts

one strives into her arms,
gathers his tools,
softens down their days
raising her children in tidal waves,
divesting capital gains
preparing for security tests
customer service and mission statements
laminated by heat, pressure, time

one turns silent
cultivated bonsai,
breathing nomadic esoteric healing energies,
focusing on process not product,
improving not proving

one grasped fundamentals of home
one released a child’s homelessness

where do father's ashes go?
in rivers? in earth? on water? in air?
do we burn them? use them in new vessels?
turn them into diamonds?

this is what they talked about every two weeks