Poem: To My Brother

To My Brother

Entropy is a one way street:

you cannot turn back

what has happened,

cannot unmix the water

from the wine, cannot return

light to the sun.  It goes forward,

there is no returning.  You acted,

you chose to do this, and now,

after it is done, you feel regret,

you say it was a mistake, 

though it is not clear

what you did not know:

I told you all this would come.

And now that it is done

you want to take it back,

but you cannot.  There is no way

to unbreak what you have broken,

it can heal.  With work,

it can be mended,

but it cannot be undone.