I stood tall and took a moment to SAVOR the sense of my own body. It was a nice pause as I SWEPT the porch. Returning to that task, I relished the movement – first sweeping from one side then the other. So delightful, to SPEND a moment just caught up in the SPELL of my own physicality, as I chased down a SPECK of dirt in the corner of the porch.

Georg’ann

Visits home.

You both on the porch SWING,
like many times before.
The continuity of the familiar
that never grows stale.
Season after season you return.
Rocking, talking, laughing there.

I SAVOR each moment,
as if it were wholly new,
with no assurance of another,
though it’s the steadiness that makes it precious. Funny
what we take for granted,
and what we never do.

I will SLEEP well tonight,
sated by your company.
Tomorrow there will be
a SPECK of sorrow
in the liminal space that anticipates your departure
while gathering the nectar
of the last day together.

Heather