How to capture the feeling of the air on the back porch,

reminds me of my grandmother’s Pasadena home, the sunny California mornings,

ivy growing on the edges of her rose gardens, the red brick pathways.


The breeze is warm and gentle this morning after last night’s rain,

Lightning splashing through the windows, pouring into the room.


Rain gathered on a warped wooden table sits in the corner next to the screen,

the carpet saturated, And dreams in the air.

Communication fast as the wind and pointed as a sword,

co-creating with him like sword edges meeting, sharpening points skyward,

feet planted firmly on the ground, a rooting foundation for growth above