I want a sitting porch.
I want to taste the calm
chirp of crickets and crimson autumn leaves
I want a place to shed snow off of my icicle eyes










and rock away the seasons

I want a sitting porch.
I want to feel peaches'n'cream
content fuzz. Bitter mouths long for
such as treat as to tingle on their tongue









and rock away all worries

I want a sitting porch.
I want to hear the expressions
of dear ones faces as they find haven
at the front of my home as they nibble










and rock away precious memories

I want a sitting porch.
I want to see the hustle of
hair-brained scurriers and feel that all
humanity needs is a quiet moment on my step










and rock away a good life

Most of all....

I want a sitting porch.
I want a sense unlike anything
every someone feels. I want a place
to let go of typical every time emotions









and rock away