A bright pink Barbie bag hangs down his shoulder

He crouches the camera down

Just enough to catch the sea swooping under the sun,

His wife and his little kid

Jumping with a ribbon in her hand.

His picture is hazy perhaps

His camera blurred by a dirty finger

But the smiles are ear to ear.

What a lovely day and a lovely home

Possibly a lovely city too 

I think to myself, while I sit with the certainty that

The light within me is waning.

Maybe if I had a bright pink Barbie bag

And a ribbon in my hand

And only homework in my head

I wouldn’t mind the sun swimming in my eyes.