No matter what life brings us, or what battles we have fought, we all end up here, sitting on the front porch, just where we want to be. We sit here, smiling at the grandchildren playing on the front lawn. They love us because we smile at them as only a grandparent can, and it doesn’t matter whether they are our grandchildren or not. Strangers walk by and smile at us, unconsciously knowing that they will be sitting here one day. They have no clue what we are thinking, and we, of course have no clue what is on their mind (and probably even our own).
Out on the street the world parades by, the busses and trucks and the cars with their single drivers, hastily zipping off to who knows where. Some of us have spent a lifetime in Don Quixote fashion, chasing windmills, sometimes real, but mostly imaginary, only to become aware that we have been fighting for a place on that porch and not realizing that is where we were going all along. Some knew from the beginning where we were going and have made slow and steady progress to get here. They have been like a sea anchor in the storms of life for the rest of us who have desperately tried to get lost . Some still do not know that they are sitting on the porch.
Some didn’t make it. They fought real wars, and didn’t survive. Others fought the dragons of the freeway, or illness, or a myriad of other hideous beasts, and were viciously chewed up. Some were destroyed by the demons of self, and died by their own hand. All of these warriors deserve to be sitting on a porch of their own. Others, with laptop in hand, still send out their 35 year old avatars to fight more battles, and some are still on the street day after day, wishing they were on the porch.
Some sit in gilded rocking chairs still dreaming of erecting more Greek columns on the porch. Some sit on a stoop because life didn’t afford them a porch, but they have the very same view, which may be clearer, since it is not blocked by the columns. Some sit here with the same newspaper they have had over their face all their life, sound asleep. Some sit with a blanket over their legs because life has been very cold. Some sit alone, and others are clustered with their friends. But all of them, in this stage of life look forward to their time on the porch.