Old Porch Swing

I often see the remnants of

an old porch swing

chipped paint and rusty chain

swaying in the breeze

as though carrying an invisible rider

and I wonder

who was the first to sit

upon the freshly painted seat

and look out from that porch

feet dangling
rocking to and fro

what dreams were dreamed there?

or were there two?

arm in arm

cheek to cheek

as they planned a future

and when the dew of youth

was past

sat together as they had

so many times before

hand in hand

cheek to cheek

smiling and laughing
about those youthful

dreams

swinging to and fro

on that old

porch swing.

cDeby White Jizi 2009