End of day plays Jekyll and Hyde, it’s a bit warm to remain inside. A hasty retreat is beaten to the cover of awning with a rainstorm dawning. Deck chairs edge closer; the center of the porch as ground zero. Clouds dance, lightning brightening the horizon. Hearing in the distance, rumbles tumble, a cacophonous cascade; nature’s serenade played in tympanic tumult. Nearer the furor approaches. Rain showers encroach on late spring. A brilliant display on the front porch at the end of day!
Freshly repaired and painted, deck chairs stained and remain side-by-side. Bamboo screen hiding the world from the view. Fields, a dream come to life, grass undulating in waves waiting for the next breath. Cloud pocked skies azure in hue, through the lattice the breeze finds its way. The front porch on a perfect day!
“May I help you?”
I don’t recognize the stranger addressing me
From the porch
Where I used to color with my cousins
Swing in my pajamas
Play with paper dolls.
I respond with an apology
For walking into the backyard
Where I used to play tag with my cousins
Catch summernight fireflies
Lay in the grass, spotting castles
In the clouds.
I tell her this ismy
Used to be
“Would you like to come in?”
My heart pounds. I decline,
Then quickly change my mind.
Yes. Yes, please.
As I walk in, I’m overcome with emotion.
Much is the same.
Some is different.
Everything seems smaller –
Everything but the love.
The love looms large,
Reaching through the decades
Skyward, I watch the moon ascend,
the end of day is near. And here,
I stand cup in hand and wondering
if the shine still stretched to Maumee.
I see the stars twinkle and I have
and inkling that we gaze together,
a step in the reunion long awaited.
Never outdated, the words meld into
the one thought we always shared.
There is music in this night.
and the lightness of our steps
assures the chance that this dance
begins again, poets and best friends.
(meeting would be defeating our purpose!)