My Deck Poem by Stacy Brown

Every night I sit on my deck
I dont do anything special
Maybe have a drink
maybe a cigar
But every night I sit on my deck
I feel the vibrations of the stars
dancing along the the dew
thats starting to form in the imperfections
of the wood.
Some nights, on the really clear night
if I close my eyes
I can can still see a reflection of the moon
tearing away the sky.
The cicadas start to pull me in to a sway
feeling the gently rocking
of their numbing sound.
a breeze dances with the stars
weaves through the noise
and gently wraps the chair I sit in
slinking its way across my muggy home.
I take a deep breath
I look across my back yard
Its not anything special at all
But every night I sit on my deck
and enjoy my presence