Quantumly Crowned
An appreciation poem for my older brother who deserves the world and more.

Older brother,
the day I was born,
the stars aligned along the top
of your head,
ordaining you as king.
*
Surely, we have been siblings before
In parallel universes unknown,
Because from the moment I babbled
and toddled I knew you
Loud and brash in the way the ocean is,
But gentle too
With kind heart wrapped in fierce
Lion’s mane,
You would bleed and ache for me
Without hesitation
Though I would never ask you to.
For you, family is an undeniable goodness
And you protect it the way dragons do,
Unapologetically and
With talon and fire.
*
Older brother,
When I was young and afraid,
Steeped in trauma like bitter tea,
You were the only one to step
Forward with gladiator quickness
to fight the darkness of my fears
And reassure me that I was loved
When I felt unlovable,
Mourning dove cries into the night
Hushed by your soft reassurances.
There is safety in strong hands
And calluses built by life’s troubles and
Worn thumbs erasing away
Tears as if they were never there.
*
With teasing hair ruffles and annoyed eye rolls,
The pride you have in every step I take
No matter how small is sometimes a buoy
That keeps me from drowning under the fierceness
of my dreams crescent moon beckoning
Me unrelentingly.
You are always the loudest voice
Heralding my accomplishments unseen like Hermes,
dimple flashing cheekily
Uncaring of my firefly flickering embarrassment.
Confidence is something I lack
But speaking with you always makes
Me believe that I am worth being proud of.
*
Older brother, I see you always trying your best,
While silent and enduring like pharaoh sarcophagi,
Underneath I see your worries
and your hurts like wounds
and fears of not being good enough
Whispering in your ear like the snake did Eve
But you have always been more than good enough,
An intrinsic fact of your very being
And facts do not change
No matter how much we doubt them
With human uncertainty.
Perhaps, we were placed side by side,
To remind each other that to be vulnerable
is to be loved, and peace can be found
In the gentle swaying of
Confiding murmured words between
family, an architecturally sound
ship keeping us safe as we
traverse the treacherous sea of life.
*
And when time like water
Carves gentle canyons
On your face,
Nature’s wrinkles kissing away youth,
You will still be my big brother
And I your little sister
For family is an infinity sign
Tracing diligent loops we cannot see around us,
Everlasting love ice skating
The track the cosmos
Created the day I was born
And the moment our eyes met
For the first time,
Mathematical particles around us,
This was the moment we were quantumly crowned
As accomplices, as the foundation on which all
universes collide in truth,
The love between an older brother and his little sister
resounding throughout the multiverse,
cosmic audience applauding as we live and grow
But we can’t hear them.
About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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