Friendships are like plays.
In some scenes you have most of the lines.
In some scenes you don’t have any at all.
Sometimes you wait in the wings for your next entry,
Then again you might wait backstage for the curtain call.
At other times, your part is done only a few minutes in.
Often when I go home after the first half, I wonder
What would happen if I started to extemporise.
© jsmorgane (Jan 2016)
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)
First I came by chance,
Then I was as pilgrim.
Later I came asking.
Then again came searching,
Hoping for healing.
Then I came and saw,
Finally was found,
Now I’m here to stay.
© jsmorgane (Oct 2015)
