Slice #13: Beyond the Back Porch

Inspired by one of my favorite Billy Collins’ poems, Where I live…

Henri Rousseau

 

Beyond the Back Porch

 

The bungalow nests amongst copy-cats on a hill.

There is a small-patch of back garden, a fence running through it,

supporting burgeoning bougainvilleas of pink, orange and white.

Towering, sturdy red bamboo stand guard in each corner.

 

Beyond the lean, back porch,

the jungle consumes a hill; spilling into the neighborhood below.

Interrupted by more look-a-like bungalows,

the jungle fights to take its place and remain in charge.

 

Most days, life, like the jungle,

fights to maintain control over my peace of mind,

but for now, I sit on my couch,

staring out the picture windows that make up my wall

 

watching the sun paint the sky with hues of

pink, orange and amber.

listening to the busy chatter of songbirds, and the

call of the frogs building the crescendo of their symphony.

 

I am grateful that the city

hasn’t won the battle;

bestowing me with the wonder of

abounding life.

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