The Lost American Porch

I once lived in a small town
in a small house with a front porch
a sheltered space protecting the entry door
a spot where I would hang out
sitting on a chair, sometimes the steps
drink a beer or lemonade
and simply enjoy the world passing by

a horn would honk, a friendly wave
kids would call out as they passed on their bicycles
neighbors walking dogs, hurrying home from work
“Hello!” 
“Good evening!”
“Nice to feel summer again.”
“Yes, aren’t the roses beautiful?”
“How’s your garden?”
“Beans and peas are up.”
“Going fishing Saturday?”
“Yup.”

these words and waves were the gold threads 
that wove a sense of connectedness , a feeling of belonging
through my life, a fabric seen and felt but not recognized in the moment

I’ve since moved, to bigger places, more complicated worlds
houses that now greet the street with cavernous carports
yawning doorways for cars beside small openings seldom used by people
and these places lack porches, no commitment to connect to the outside world
no attempt to simply sit and watch, to hear, to feel the pulse of community

I do miss the lost American porch

I miss the Americans who used to wave and talk as they passed by

tio stib

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4 thoughts on “The Lost American Porch

  1. Ahhh…that interaction is indeed missing from far too many places. We moved to a small town a few years ago….and discovered taking walks after the sun goes down in the summer gives us conversations with folks sitting out on their steps. We love our “throw-back” town!

    Jill E — the Big Epic

  2. Our daughter gave me a beautifully illustrated book titled ‘Out On The Porch, An Evocation In Words And Pictures.’ The text is porch-related excerpts from novels. Nicely done.

    Jim

    On Mon, May 28, 2018 at 10:21 AM, Travels with Tio wrote:

    > tiostib posted: “I once lived in a small town in a small house with a > front porch a sheltered space protecting the entry door a spot where I > would hang out sitting on a chair, sometimes the steps drink a beer or > lemonade and simply enjoy the world passing by a horn would” >

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