FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

my brother is still on the stage of
keeping a farm
counting the sack of rice and
the possibilities of rain and
shine

he finished a house and through
with the giving names of his children
he built a fence and felt the security
of the lock in his door and gate
i just watch how things are going
no conclusions
how his children are having minds of their own
seeing mistakes and wanting to correct the system
when my brother caged a sparrow
they get angry and leave their house for
some other escape
when they come back they show the signs
that they are not happy anymore
and they want to leave
someday
that seems to be their only dream
for the meantime that they cannot stand on their own feet
they pretend obedience
and swallow the food that they do not really like
i guess that is how life is
really
the new breed do not like to grow rice in the farm
houses are not meant for residences
and fences are just inhibitors of freedom
they despise what my brother loves
my brother shrinks into sorrow
turns himself into a child again
looks for a smoother skin and
sweeter tongue
and i guess he simply wants to get even
to recoup what he did not have
when he was once like me
strong and yet
very unhappy.