By Evelyn Pritchard
I see you there on the porch swing sitting calm and still
It is a sunny morning in summer
I see your eyes closed in thought or wonder
This is your time; the rest are asleep except you and
I see your hands reach up toward the canopy stretching out the kinks
Your sky is clear,
crisp and colorful with the rise of the morning sun
I am invisible
with a whoosh I cause a change in you and in the world
I see you there on the porch swing sitting calm and still
My sky is dotted with my fellow feathered friends
I see your eyes open from a sound in the house
It is early this summer but still quite late
Your time is up so I say goodbye
I see you disappear until later when the rest want to play
Your sky is still clear but now it is blue for your day has begun
“This poem is about my mother. She would sit outside in the morning and just watch as things went by. She loved being outside and watching the birds so this poem was from the birds to her.”
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“Built to Fall”
By Alan Savage
This place was once a swamp,
foundations stand on spongy earth
All we do is shake.
Each spring's thaw drawing lines on boxes of our musty past
Water creeps higher.
With each new day we shift and sink,
floors warping underfoot
Boring into silt.
Creaking boards echo damp leaves in the bottom of our cups
And still we will build.
“I was once told that trying to build a life while suffering from an untreated mental illness is like trying to build a house on a bad foundation. I wanted to try to write about the difficulty of trying to keep everything together without help.”
