Reaching
A white wrap around porch
On a crisp sunny day,
Not too hot, with a perfect breeze
A comfy day bed and a book
A shiny blue pool and a sangria
An old guitar with a worn out notebook
A house not too big, so you’re never lonely
But lined with windows so the trees keep you company
Horses running in the field
And dogs snoring on the couch
A rusted but-still-drives-like-hell Volkswagen bus
Pulling a cheap but-it-floats boat
To a lake with crystal clear water
Not too cold, but enough to cool you off
Pre-packed sandwiches and chips
With a few bottles of sunscreen
Papaw’s fishing pole and dad’s packed-too-full tackle box
A hike through the woods with a few scrapes on your legs
Not too long of a trail, but remote
To a waterfall with a swimming hole
And stay all day with a small but warm campfire at sunset
Gooey, savory s’mores and a sweet kiss
But nothing more
A tent with more blankets than you need
And music that seems to scream at your soul
A beach front dive bar
Passed down from my mom
Filled every night with locals,
And tourists on the weekends
Humming to the tunes from the underground band
Comfort food and a cold drink
Crashing waves and the smell of salt
A bronzed tan and sun-lightened hair