I’m sitting here.
I’ve got a drink, held by
Wrinkly old fingers.
The sun has risen, and set again.
I built this porch and installed this swing.
So I can sit.
The neighborhood kids have children now.
The floor boards are creaky now.
And the paint…well.
There’s a ladder in the garage,
If you’re so inclined.
It’s cool, and the skies are clear.
I can see all the stars and constellations.
That’s Orion up there – the one with the belt.
My father told me about him when I was a kid.
He’s in the ground now.
And I’m on this swing.