For Patrick

For my big brother's birthday, I thought to write him a poem. As I post this, I'm reminded of a New Yorker cartoon, in which Shakespeare is sitting with a very unenthusiastic-looking woman. The caption reads, "Gee thanks, another sonnet." 

 

For Patrick

 

That time at the pool party

some mean kid held me

under the water

on purpose,

I was scared, 

drowning,

when you grabbed me, 

swiftly pulled me up

to the air.

 

I remember

lying on the wet cement, 

possibly after being chest-pumped, 

at least coughing water, 

half-dead.

 

You saved me.

 

My big brother, 

the alpha sibling, 

you’ve always been

looking out for me. 

 

From my first day,

on earth

I’ve adored you.

But as my

actual hero

 

 

I still revere you.

Sarah Burns