My brothers and I would sit with our backs to the TV,
the Brady Bunch was on.
Instead, we watched my brother
he was in catatonia.
He would rub his eyes in circles
we would rub ours as well,
looking at each other when done.
He sat on the couch, it was flowered
sometimes he lied there,
eyes open but be was somewhere, still.
I thought I heard he had gone to Patagonia,
someone said it was nice at that time of year.
Or possible he went to Catalonia
that seemed plausible to us.
He told us he was lost,
then he would look beyond us.
My brothers and I would turn around
and look but we only saw the Brady Bunch.
He didn't though, he was away.
We sat cross legged on the carpet
waiting for our leader to return
so we could have adventures again.
It was a long time.