In the pasture beyond our farm
I hide under the high grass and spy.
Hauviette and my brother Jean
stand beside each other,
so close a breath
could not fit between them.
I wonder what that feels like,
to have someone look at you
the way Jean stares at my friend,
as though Hauviette alone exists.
They’re in a meadow
rich with animals, trees, sunlight—
yet she is all to him.
I will know the same feeling
my sister promises
when the time is right.
But sometimes I worry
that like my brother said,
something is wrong with me
and I’ll never understand
that kind of love.
Even worse, maybe
I don’t care.