Front Porch

I left the front porch last night
late last night
I left the cool breeze
strobe lightning
drive-by stereos
and pedestrian conversations

I left the front porch,
the comfortable swing suspending me
between had-been and is-to-come
heeding the call of the dream world
I left the front porch waiting for morning

and now I am
suspended in the wakening dawn
air cool with urban irrigation
suspended now nearer the
is-to-come
than whatever might have been