My baby brother died on AIDS in 1995. My mother succumbed to cancer in 1996. I mourned their passing with a circumnavigation of the globe. Every holy site on the route was my destination; Luang Prabang, Zhongdian, Lhasa, Benares et al. My soul was washed by the waters of the holiest rivers in the world. My pilgrimage ended at the statue of St. Brigid in NY's St. Patrick Cathedral. It was wintertime. As a non-believer I worship her as a pagan saint. A dollar bought a candle and my prayer was silent.
I took the Lexington subway to Astor Place.
Someone was looking at the sky.
I lifted my eyes to a double rainbow creating by the sun piercing high-altitude moisture.
My mother and my brother.
They are with me forever as I am with them.
The photo of the rainbow is thanks to Amos Poe.
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