Porch Poem 2

The sky really isn’t sure what it wants to do tonight.

(Kind of like me.)

At times the sun shines

But then there’s the low growl of thunder.

There’s a nice cool breeze

Out here on the porch

And I have one fat cat for a pillow

And one keeping guard

Watching chipmunks dart about outside.

Chris Robinson’s New Earth Mud

Pours out of my speakers

Soothing my bones and my busy mind

The heartbeat of this cat a steady beat against my skull.

“Baby…baby…just do it to me with a smile…

…untangle my mind…”