• Rev. Ani

Poems From The Porch



Lemon Meringue Sweetness


Glasses don’t stay on when you do cartwheels.

I didn’t know this because I never had to wear them before.


Now I am kneeling in the evening grass;

now lying in the tender greenness, belly-down with four cats.

We are watching the sunset clouds.


I look up and see the moon smiling a crooked smile at me.


The cicadas are singing their nighttime song,

and the breeze is unseasonably cool.

There are street sounds in the distance as the pine boughs sway a lullaby.


I might have a piece of pie tonight—lemon meringue sweetness.


It feels urgent to turn over and lie back in the soft grass

because the world is so amazing and the sky is blue-grey.


I am back on the porch now,

and the paper is glowing under my pen.

I hear children playing in the nearby neighborhood.

I feel a tug to leave this beauty for another.


It is more than lemon-meringue sweetness that calls me inside.


It is the man who is waiting for me patiently

because he knows I can’t help myself.

I am so in love with the world.