On My Backyard Porch

As I sit on the fake grass that scratches my knees,

tickles my feet,

I melt into it

making it feel real

then, I disappear into a new world

birds chirping, laughing

so joyous

and the wind rushes by

roaring like a lion

defeating the sun that, threatens a burn

conquering the city noise

then I am called out if my world

and into the real

but I carry that world with me

that backyard porch