We met
slowly,
Neighbors
with kids,
Some
awkwardness,
Like stones
in the path.
We walked.
We talked.
We forged
friendship
Out of the
coals
Of our
experiences
And built on
what we had.
We looked to
the lay of the land,
Expressions
and depressions
In the
earth, changing
With seasons
and caring.
We noted
where a run-off gully
Cut into
pine grove serenity,
Where sweet
grass graced the hills.
We chose a
site where
No bulldozer
could gouge
Holes,
uncover nakedness.
Heart’s eyes
applied
Balm of
understanding.
We built,
one log at a time,
Care chosen
and hand hewn.
We took what
we found
And used our
selves
In the best
ways,
Blending
tactile harmony
Log on log.
Dreaming
ahead,
We looked to
the finishing,
Stone on
stone,
A porch.
A porch is
for completion.
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