From The Porch

A light rain falls. From the porch it is calm friendship dancing on sunburnt grass and aching asphalt beyond. Night lightning plays slow across the black sky. Thunder bellows reassuring.

My sullen boy sits inside pouting over the drudgeries of being eight. He will awaken happy and ready for day.

For now, I bask in calm friendship falling from blackness lit now and again by night lightning.

It is all around me. And comforting.