There’s Just Something About Being Young

There’s just something about being young

I think it comes from your big sister

And your little brother

It feels like waving at someone you know

In a distant window

On an icy morning

But the longer you wave

You realize you don’t know them at all

And before you know it

You’re up against the frosted glass

With the shutters slammed

I’m sure it must feel the same way

As you walk home with your little brother

To read post cards from your big sister

Each letter as colorful as the one before

Your brother gazes hopelessly

As the panoramic colors reflect his gray sweater.

There really is something about being young,

The limitless sense of time and space

Like the sand on an island beach

Something that seems so far off

As you, the only child,

Look through a narrow window

The frost giving just a glimpse

Out to the icy morning

Your little brother looking over your shoulder

At your older sister

Driving into the distance