porch table as center
the table on the screened-in porch
has centered our family for four generations,
my parents had a vision of a homely home
hard against the national park
with a porch perched above a dropping creek,
a creek who sings of the dance of water down the mountain
and thus of the magic life knows,
a porch also within the control
of a roof, a floor, a kitchen,
a place where we break bread together
and become more nearly one with our stories
as we share food and soul,
my grandmother loved it here,
much of who I am realized itself here,
our kids and now our grandkids
know this as home,
many others in the family treasure time here, too,
to center self and be one with the kids playing in the creek,
I feel the empty chairs who remember those gone,
I feel the empty chairs ready to welcome any
who find their way back here, or to here,
to live within what Jean’s Dream has wrought.
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