front porch rockin.
sweet summer breeze.
showers on the tin roof
and an epic georgia sunset.
wine, dirty dogs and flies galore.

our folks.
a quartet of pure goodness.

observing their life and mine with a new set of eyes.
an experience in itself.
chatter, thought, opinions, big laughs and sweet tears.
reflection.
we were all once strangers. strange that seems.

comfortable he said. simply comfortable.
mama's cookin and collin's homemade treat.
no shoes and dirty feet.
time didn't matter. not once did time matter.

lost in a sunday afternoon at our kitchen table,
huggermugger & scrabble.
laughter pain and a permanent smile.
raw interaction. words. our lives.
said, unsaid and understood.

we, us. me & him.
our delightfully dominating duo
silenced.
silenced by their merry and curious voices.
shocking, humbling and hilarious.

rare, everyone said.
this interaction is unique.
speculation surrounded.
every phone call and whisper, secrets of 'it'.

we laugh.
never crossed our minds.
we knew the quartet would make a joyful noise
and were simply proud to be at the show.

written on front porch in ga 05.28.09