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.