Front Porch

Still, I am the child who sits on the stairway,

illogically pausing where life is meant to always pass by

I ponder the brick frame of this

room that is not a room,

neither in, nor out

Here, sun and shadow,

wind and walls

banter and tease

Lines blur between houses, 
neighbors take human form

Past and present 
mingle in my mind, and
sit down with me

Such a simple thing, to break the seal of the house,

to go somewhere without going anywhere,

to breathe the air and dare to be seen

So just for a bit, I give myself permission to be here.

Content with book, breeze and birds

In the place that is not a place,

for a reason that is not a reason, and

Sip a bit

from a fresh cup of now

©2015 Donna Jo Wallace.
Note: Shared at Poets United / Poetry Pantry