Midwest Afternoon on the Porch
This porch roof squares the sky
like an Edward Hopper painting.
We sit on summer chairs. Our dangling tea bags
spread color and scent through water. Our words
spread memory through the clear
afternoon air. We savor
this time and that time, the tint of it
where sun silvers leaves like
quiet hands, and wind chimes laugh gently
above us. In the nook
where porch pillar meets roof
a robin nests. Her mate
wings down with a tidbit he tucks
into her open beak.
Our tea is the taste of love
on this ordinary
miraculous day.