meditating on the front porch
late afternoon sun, bathing all of me
I’m mindful of sounds in and around me

to my left just off the porch
the soft rattling of a bird’s call
the comfy purr of a black cat rubbing my right leg

in the distance, the flowing hum of auto traffic
an airplane high above, barely audible
and the hiss of my tinnitus, always with me

front porch May 2018 1

One of two ferns that hang on either end of my front porch.


About Sabra Bowers

Poet / Blogger / Writer
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