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)