A day for the front porch

A poem

This poem was written with a structure in mind that I cannot seem to figure out how to replicate on Substack…so here is a snapshot of the original!

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A beautiful morning on a beautiful front porch my family and I were fortunate enough to vacation at for a few days earlier this summer.

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A day for the front porch

It’s a glorious day after all,
to rest together 
and explore what fills 
this space between us.

Conversation is a funny thing,
thoughts expressed through noise
from me to you to me
developing pictures
in the darkroom of our mind.

This invisible open air
connecting us through sense doors,
the warmth of the sun 
radiating from the porch siding,
the sweet scent of lilacs
carried by the final cool breeze
of early summer.

How is it?
Can you tell me how we share
these fleeting images
and how they are melded
by a dancing whirlpool
that pulls us to depths
as one?

Even the bird song 
has its point of view,
the redbud seeming to explain 
how life is intertwined
and beauty is visible
only when set on context
surrounding it.

There may be 
a natural explanation
to this mystical exchange
but let’s not delve into that.
Let’s relish the vibrant place
we have stumbled into,
and live from this moment
into all other moments,
knowing this is as
real as your hand
in mine.

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Thank you for reading! If you are so inclined, leave a comment about what strikes you, speaks to you, or stirs in you while you read. I look forward to whatever dialogue may happen here, and in just a few days I will be following this poem up with a reflection on how this poem emerged into being.

Brian