TuesdayIII June (did you know there is a syndrome called post concussion syndrome?)

I know you.
You know me.
Differences divide and define us.
Sibling similarities join us.
Nothing need be said.
The less said the better.
Understanding built on common-ground
Shared ideas and idiom, home-grown, sibling indices.

I see you and I sitting in a garden, growing more sibling ties.
Lunch sits in front of us - food we know from childhood.
You again show me your garden, identifying some plant.
Physical similarities are basic, though we can't see them.
Met-minds are complex, though we can't see them they are clearer.
You have to listen because you are my brother,
You would laugh but agree.
Keeping a keen grip on sanity.
You see the ideal me,
me of childhood – the scab-kneed, bookish firebrand,
free of adult ties.

Sunlight nourishes your garden’s green.
Twisting fauna nurse nodding flower heads
In ad hoc, tend’d beds.
Surprising and funny that you dedicated time to this.
A shed, grass striped with precision and flower beds.
The concrete pond has become a Japanese rock pool.

You said something the other day
Which perfectly expressed my thought
You said the same words I would have used
Nothing striking but a peculiar perspective
For you to capture it without prompting was startling
There was the time you mentioned the physical hum of a person
I thought I was the only one to have noticed
And other people scoffed.
But you knew.