Alone. But not.

One day post-Christmas
Sitting at kitchen counter
Coffee, homemade caramel roll and morning paper
Alone. Quiet. But not.

In other bedrooms wife, son and daughter sleeping
First time we have all been together
Just the four of us...for a while

We are all safe and I am grateful for the fleeting moment
It could very well be one of the last times
As our separate lives, the natural flow of things, proceed

Early tomorrow morning planes fly
Our family returns to media connections
Wife and I will look at each other
Recall our youth and their youth

All of us...growing together
Then once again
Alone. Quiet. But not.