Front Porch Review
you spend your days
among the eggplants and buttercup squash,
black earth beneath your fingernails, genuflect
on a green Walmart kneeler, weeding
snap peas and tomatillos, deacon zinnias
and nasturtiums attracting aphids and squash bugs
away from the cucurbits, bright cosmos and sunflowers
welcoming butterflies and billy bees,
bird netting carefully shrouding plumped
strawberries. All is as it should be: rows and rows
of seated parishioners, honest herbs and sweet succulents,
colorful immigrants such as Bok choy and Asian long red beans,
babels of languages, buzzings and chirpings of the choir
of red winged blackbirds nesting in the high grass
outside the garden fence, along with the coloraturas
of tree swallows warbling in the branches above.
I ask if you believe in God. You reply each night
I go home tired as hell but with this feeling
of satisfaction. For a moment I wonder
if you heard the question, but then I realize you did.
Bob McAfee is a retired software consultant who lives with his wife near Boston. For several years he made an hour train commute to and from Boston and developed the habit of writing in that fixed time. He continues to try to write two hours every day. His style is eclectic, but his goal is producing poems with both fierceness and a reluctant sense of optimism.
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Natural Worlds poems illustrated with color photographs 2021 available through bookbaby.com.