Monday, June 13, 2022

A Doorstep Morning


morning sits on the doorstep of the early risers

waiting for its daily treat of acknowledgment,

the sun creeps into place behind its protective clouds

glaring down at those still in their special places,

rain sits on the horizon trying to make up its mind

and the rattling of 2-cycle engines rolls through

the valley as lawns are being mowed and groomed;

time sits on the back porch with the elderly until

the sunless front porch is available, unable to

decide if it has gained or lost in the process...

we tie our kayaks to the fishing hooks of pontoon

boats that gently glide around the lake as the

pilot and its crew drink lemonade in the shade...

largemouth bass and catfish swim alongside hoping

we are messy eaters with the sun in our eyes...

sawyer and finn dance in our minds along the large

river that supports their crudely made raft and we

see them clearly until lost in the heavy fog...

the burning heat on our legs gives us the motivation

to move to the front and the process is long and

laborious, losing sight of our daydreams and all the

youthful memories it had brought about...

the day's door is shut tight as the sun disappears

leaving us to wonder who was next on its list...

the answer never arrives before the next day appears

and we are greeted by morning on our doorstep.


31 May 2022





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