in solitude
here
with everything
and nothing
beneath a brilliant sun
my breath the sound of silence
this I
alive
adrift upon the unremarkable
a yellow handkerchief
a bowl of gathered seashells
my uncle’s worn suitcase over there against the wall
within it everything that of his life remains:
three copper coins, some faded photographs
his army discharge papers
a family history
his mom’s obituary
a bookmark inscribed with the lord’s prayer
this of him
this of me
in this solitude
here with everything
and nothing
is what we come to
adrift forever
upon the great unremarkable
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