Poems From The Porch

The low-pitched rumbling on my lap this morning

is a gesture of love.

The muscular blondie from whom the sound is emanating

is happy to be here.

Nothing else is required but simple presence.

I did not have to say a certain thing

or give luxurious pets

or sit in an inviting posture.

The purring evidence of his contentment originates from within

and is based on gratitude.