Look! It’s Peter!
For a moment, the name feels like mockery.
For a moment, I thought I had joined them.
But in just a moment, I am only looking on.
The family inside embracing,
My boys already forgetting how to fly.
Second star to the right, cold and far away.
But as I near home, the morning softens my wrinkles
And by the time I get there they’ll have disappeared.
It is so easy to be carefree, to be careless.
Just not now, looking in from
Outside the window.
© jsmorgane (Jan 2016)
A lofty mist rising, softening the world’s glare,
Easy on the eye and creating the smoothest colours,
So much readier to accommodate this cushioned version of life.
Like moonlight on the land rounding all the edges and
Smudging the dividing line between a form and its shadow.
The slow ascent and stealthy diffusion of gossamer haze,
The growing of pastels into brighter, warmer shades,
Colder, deeper tones for the mind to get accustomed
To the satiated hues life dots, sweeps, swirls, strokes
And flourishes all around you…
© jsmorgane (June 2014)
