Chuck Toll Poems
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When out of sorts with life or self,
A porch is hard to beat
As long as you’ve a comfy chair
And space to stretch your feet.
Lean back and watch the world go by,
Forego life’s stress and chatter.
What’s not been done remains undone.
But, really, did it matter?
Unlike the confines of a house
That holds the world at bay,
A porch connects to life itself
At any time of day.
A porch’s vantage point and height,
The time of day or year,
Is less important than the chance
It gives to see and hear.
A portal to life beyond ...
Our young son wheezes softly in his sleep
In the middle of our bed, arms embracing
Stuffed animals, favorite blanket in hand.
For years, our bed has been his bed as well.
He knows his formal bedroom is elsewhere,
And he will go there if my wife and I insist.
But absent guests or relatives, we rarely do.
He always smiles on climbing in with us.