I Sat On The Porch With The Evening Breeze Poem by Shannon Dodson

I sat on the porch with the evening breeze
And the wolf-dog cried bark, bark, bark,
And made the night feel closer
With that claustrophobic density
Of danger, dread, and suffocation.
Where the evil just around the corner
Turns out to be no more than a brother;
And imagination creeps upward
To fill the fore-front of the mind
With life and lovers and death and lovers,
A circling dance of time that has been,
And time that will be, and
Time that is only waiting to be wanted.