waiting for the sun

Loss and Found

A little boy in Sunday-best staring out from
a photograph, already searching for a portal,
between the petals of Easter flowers on an April day,
to move between the Earth and Sun, for a better look
across the universe, through Milky Ways and comet tails,
for a glimpse of a little girl, half orphaned, in her new dress,
crying by a door, wanting only to be by her father's side
to say goodbye, as the sun goes down, framed by a picture window,
unsure it will ever come again, unaware of a little boy
looking under stars for a sunrise and her tomorrow.