the sun is up but the son is down

The birds and breeze in the trees catch my ear.  

Pause.

Notice.

Tired boy long day no nap.  

Traveling man flying Africa.

Emotional shadows of friends - women, mothers, children.

 

Through the windows: 

trees, rooftops, Puget Sound, pastel sky, flowers on my porch...

awash in sun setting. 

Pause.

Notice.

The sun is up but the son is down.  

I am. The house. Content.  

Stretching beyond the windows to the horizon.  

Peace.