Poems From The Porch

Branded by Consent

Solitary bird atop a tree

Wisp of grey cloud dissolving into the dawn

The moon, a subtle grin

White foaming waves of clouds cresting over an aqua sky

Billowing light eager to crash onto the shore of the morning

Here I sit to record it all—a consciousness camera taking a snapshot of the moment,

slide after slide immediately and continuously offered.

Participation by Presence.

Branded by Consent.

Manufactured by Appreciation.

Distributed by Gratitude.

I am the One Who Sees.

I am the Witness.

I am.