Brothers of the Journey
For All the Friends in My Life
We made
The journey out—
Not caring
For the hurt
We left far behind us,
And only looking
For the embrace
Of love
Amongst ourselves, only,
In the cold, clear night.
We nearly hit a stag.
Almost as if expecting to be hit,
It stood still
In a sideways glance
Of a staring contest with us—
As if also waiting
For his own
Embrace of the inevitable
In the cold, clear night
Of his kingdom
In the woods.
But we stopped dead
With him
In our own tracks.
His journey
Wasn’t done,
And I guess
It was his way
Of saying
That ours wasn’t finished yet, either.
From there,
He trotted on
And we drove on...
Taking the reins again
Of a story
That we’ve yet to finish,
Yet to write,
Yet to tell,
And yet
To immerse ourselves in, fully.
And the road goes on...
Its infinite stretch
Being our pages
And limitless stage.
Its silence
Being the adventures
That yet await us:
Brothers in inseparable arms,
And of the journey
We’ll always make together.
About the Creator
Anthony Cornatzer
An actor, technician, singer, musician, writer, and columnist, Anthony has an excitable commitment and passion for the arts.
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