The View From the Porch

 

I stood on my front porch the other day and did something I rarely do

Ok, I never do it.
I stood still
Looked
First one way and then another.

I looked up and down

Side to side
Back and forth.

It was not a profound act

It is something that I could do anytime I choose

But I never

Or rarely do,
Choose that is.
Choose to stop on my front porch and look
Look with the intention of seeing

But what if I did

Choose to look, that is
Choose to see

From a place

That I usually
Simply
Or quickly
Pass over
Or through

What if I stopped

What if I looked

What if I chose to see

And then,

What if I did it again

And again

And again

Day after day

Week after week

Month after month

What would happen

To the porch

To me

To what I see?

I think it’s time to find out

Won’t you join me?