On The Porch

I found the talking machine

Now I can write prose

The thoughts come and go

But they do not retain

If not pen in hand

Or talking machine

One loses the essence of it all

Of course there are so many

Essences’ one does not really lose them

They just go away

To return another day

I see the birds, I see the ants, I see the cats

I see the trees, the green is talking to me

The sky of blue is talking to me

The peace and quiet is talking to me

What path did I traverse to get here

The here and now

What efforts were involved

What decisions had to be made

What sacrifices

What victories

What defeats

(Are defeats actually deletes

Yes, I deleted that memory of my past

It was a painful period

Away damn spot, away)

The jet flys above at 32,000 feet

The humming birds feed

And the breeze is cool

For what else could one ask?