Porch
I sit on my porch
and watch the light glisten
on what’s left of the retreating morning dew.
I search my memory for what time was like before this
before now
in the “before times”
I lose my train if thought
while Coyote’s yip echoes in the distance
now
And I can’t imagine time
passing
still
here
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Not to “okay” any of the times following “before,” but…I’m finding there is a beauty to the quiet I allow myself in the “now.” The day begins when I say the day begins.
And any reference to Coyote deserves a thumbs up.
Thanks, Joseph. Like you, I find the quiet beautiful and welcoming.
My days will start when I want them to on June 26th…the joys of teaching. ha!
I appreciate that you’re reading my writing. It’s been difficult for me to find motivation to write, especially poetry. *sigh*
Hoping that this month will reignite that flame.