I saw him as a dolphin
     arching up and
           gliding down
into the Gulf waters,
but as
I think more about him,
I
realize he is
closer to Peter Pan,
the boy who would
          “never grow up, never grow
                     up, never grow up, not I.”
Of course, he never would
say or sing that, but, of course, actions
speak louder and all that….

And he dazzled his little
Tinker Bells as he
flew up
and swooped down
onto a perfect two-point landing.

He was so proud of his
boys,
the jock, the scholar and the really great kid.
I hope they are
not now lost boys without
their Peter Pan dad,
the jock, the scholar and the really great kid.
And Mother Wendy?
She grew up and held the
boys in her arms as
Peter Pan,
who really couldn’t fly, just
                  ran and ran and ran
into the
      frigid surf
until he could run
               no more.