(untitled #27) Poem by bob barci

I, as porch sitter
find any excuse I can
to be out on the porch.,
sitting, waiting, watching.
This Saturday morning is cool,
but warm enough
to draw me out to the porch.
Also, I wait for a neighbor
who has graciously offered me a lift
to the post-office to pick up a package,
but first, he has a couple errands to do.
The longer I sit,
the cooler it feels,
but I don’t mind
as it is a beautiful December morning with partial sun.
For now, my evening sittings
are on hold till the warmer spring weather.
So, until then,
any opportunity I get to be out there,
that’s where you’ll find me.