Sitting on the porch
Under the mystic clouds
Waiting for the rain to pour
Down on me with all its might
Thinking about home, where I sat
Resting on the small window
Seeing the world through
Sitting on the porch
Watching kids playing in the mud
Plucking flowers while they still bud
Floating paper boats
Just to watch them go bloats
Hearing parents calling out
Names after every small bout
Sitting on the porch
Watching leaves sparkling with hint of sunlight
And drenched streets gleaming in the night
The dripping water over broken panes
Washing the muck off my brains
The sweet smell emanating from earth
Making me believe what I’ve lost for my girth
Sitting on the porch
When I look around
The alien wetness on the ground
Trickling drops making surreal sound
Whispering in my ears, telling me to unbound
Sitting on the porch
I ask myself, is it worth
The time here I spend in dearth
