the porch swing

she hands me a glass
of sweet tea.
it's amber color
collects the sunlight
as we sit
on her porch.
we say nothing.
we sip our tea and swing
gently
as the sun
sets, as the moon appears
and kisses
us with it's kind
light. we could do many
things
in this moment.
but this is good.
doing little, saying nothing.
swinging,
waiting
for the world to change
and be made right.