from the porch

I have mourned
a lot of women
from the back porch
of this house

casting my eyes
to the blackness
of the night

I have howled
for mercy
at whichever direction
they might have occupied
with their silken, distant
bodies

imagining
my pleading words
could be delivered
on these primordial winds
as they slept
so warm in their beds

oh how
I remember
each time I stood there
just as I am now
with a light winter rain
dusting my shoulders

but on this october evening
I do not find myelf
wishing to mourn
as I always have

I find myself
lifting my eyes to the infinite stars
wanting nothing more
than to sing

and sing

and sing


11/06/2017   AAW