How can you worry while sitting on a porch. Maybe its the green mountains over in the distance. Or perhaps the painting of a sky right above them. I sit and wonder is there a more relaxing sun than this.

How can you worry while sitting on a porch. Maybe its the silent sea of rice fields or the feasting giant buffaloes seeking some mud and some peace. No, it must be the rivers. Must be the deafening violence of a sound emitted by the steel motors of wooden boats. Shattering a window of bliss but never touching me.

Sitting on this porch I wonder why can't I see the same back home.