The porch extended endlessly;
its length seemed, not to stop.
I started up this wooden road;
each step, I heard, "clip-clop".

Some rocking chairs along the route
contained a layer of dew.
while others carried proof that
overhead, the seagulls flew.

But one was placed upon a spot
which sunshine had embraced.
I touched that chair--no moisture there.
Away, it had been chased!

It seemed to fondly beckon me.
"Sit here" it did compel!
My strolling, I concluded, hence
and in its lap, I fell.

The air was biting but I felt
the sun's warmth strug'gling through.
And comfort did derive, as well,
from witnessing the view.

My feet, I propped atop the rail,
obstructing, some, my sight.
The flag snapped loudly on its pole
which stood so tall and white.

The waves were crashing to my left.
The pounding, I could hear.
But calmness was before me. And
within me too-- that's clear!

The sea was placid in the bay.
The grounds so vast and green.
Most visitors were still asleep;
'twas peaceful and serene.

The rocking chairs; all vacant. On the porch was only me. The day was new. The bright red sun... my only company.

But soon the guests would all awake
and life will teem and swarm.
Hey! that will be a pleasure, too.
Good friends will keep you warm.

So, whether these surroundings
are abustle or are still,
the nourishment awaiting me, I'll like;
I know I will.

Yes, both scenes are fulfilling ones
in this inspi'ring place.
But either would be e'en enhanced
if it contained your face.

And as the breezes touch my cheek
and blow about my hair,
I ponder just how nice 'twould be
if this, we two, could share.

So will you choose to be with me, at all,
in future days?
You're really with me presently,
right now, in many ways.

When I reflect on where I am,
no credit can I claim.
You touched my life and never, hence,
will I be quite the same.

For, I'd, not now, be where I am
if you I could dismiss.
You touched me and do touch me still;
each day I rea'lize this.

I hope we, someday, reunite
but e'en if fate says we
ne'er get together, you will still,
forever, be with me.

             written June 1997