5,7,5 – 365
8th October 2015
A haiku and a diary entry, everyday for a year.
I met my brother Dirk at the airport today. I last saw him in the flesh over a year ago but in the intervening period the image of Dirk I hold in my head reverts back to the Dirkie I remember from over thirty years ago. The image I hold of myself is similarly locked onto a much younger me. The Dirk that emerges at Arrivals is instantly recognisable, although there is a bit more Dirk than there used to be and this Dirk has a bit less hair then he used to have. But he still has the same mischievous smile and we start talking as if we’d only seen each other yesterday, within a minute I am pleased to hear him utter his trademark, “whatever!” Here is that comfortable and easily slipped into routine that only happens with siblings. Reunions with old friends from years gone by always felt a little awkward by comparison.
When I get home and face myself in the mirror And find that none of us are getting any younger but turn my back on the face reflected there and vow to continue behaving like a teenager.
On meeting again
Time and distance drop away
We fall into step