The Front Porch

THE FRONT PORCH

When I look at the land 

from here I can see where the vineyard

will go, the rows of apple trees, 

a secluded spot for a few bee-

boxes. A place like this 

recalibrates your vision to think

in five or ten-year increments, 

so when I heard the door click

and she came outside to say 

she felt Eden stirring within her, 

I said I knew what she meant,

but she said she was positive

I didn’t, and then I really did. 

We sat together on the front

step, then, our feet dangling over 

the precipice as we stared

out on a life we could just barely

imagine, like a garden we’d

never seen before but held

close as an unborn child.