On His Balcony

He’s growing jalapenos
In a planter box he fashioned
From scrap wood and nails.

Every morning he stands out
In the sun smiling
Plastic cup full of sink water
To nurse his buds.

He calls me out to see them
How they’ve grown
Since the morning last-

And I look at him
(and his sprouts)
And smile back.

We stand there often
On the balcony
Taking in a day beginning-
The quiet

It’s beautiful to watch
The way he cares
For little things.

And to know
He cares for me.

I’m an aspiring poet and musician and have been posting poems on my blog “Young Old Soul” since the pandemic started this March. Professionally I’m an officer in the Navy, but in my free time I write short poems inspired from my everyday life.

Here’s the link to my blog if you’d like the check it out: https://fromayoungoldsoul.wordpress.com
And my Instagram for music is: @thealanadavis

If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram (if you have one) to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

3 thoughts on “On His Balcony

  1. I love this part “It’s beautiful to watch
    The way he cares
    For little things.”
    It speaks right to my heart and how I think about people who care so much who are passionate about things or people

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