At Home with Angels

(Found here)

They used to love the limelight,

showering upon the choreography of daily life

the fireworks spreading from their wings,

and the vast production

of dreams. But this generation

is more reserved, always choosing

to stand to the side,

the way the bottle of wine

always defers

to the bowl of fruit in the still life.

At my house, you sometimes embarrass them.

When you surprise one

leaning against the windowsill,

caressing the curtain.

Or humming a second longer

when the air conditioning quits.

~Jack Stewart