Just Be


After two hot days, it’s cooling down

a little bit. I’m sitting on the porch

as midnight approaches, keeping company

with my cat, taking the night air.

Right now, it’s actually pleasant, light

breeze just slightly stirring a neighbor’s flag.

I sip a glass of wine and imagine

ways to carry out my dreams, and think

of more mundane things like what I’ll have

for breakfast, whether I will go to church,

what form of exercise to take, whether

I should see a film, how well I’ll sleep

tonight, if the cat needs more flea meds,

if I watered all the plants, should

I call the plumber about the leaky faucet…

But I’ve digressed, as I will do, obsessing

over trivia; I’m trying to describe

the way it feels to be right here, right now,

how porch-sitting stabilizes life

(one lesson learned from living in the South),

what delights our cats and dogs provide,

sweet floral fragrance of a summer night,

how sometimes it’s all OK if we

can have some time to be ourselves in our

own time, own place, to relax, release

ourselves from stressors, and just be, just be.


Copyright 2013

T. Allen Culpepper




I like the way his henley fits,

not tight, but clings in the right places,

neck open; above it a cute face,

green eyes, black glasses, and a trim


goatee; straight hair, medium length,

his sense of style a definite strength.

He’s at the market comparing prices,

but it’s him I find enticing.


Copyright 2013

T. Allen Culpepper


Smooth, dark olive skin, looks good

in navy trainers, shorts, and tank,

maybe lives in my neighborhood,

buying a six of beer to drink.


I wonder if he’s headed home,

whether he plans to drink alone,

or if he’d like someone to visit;

I’d be happy to help him with it.


Copyright 2013

T. Allen Culpepper

Matrimonial Sonnet

So Ryan says, “Your eyes light up my nights

and days like moons and stars in the sky.

I knew right  from the start you’re Mister Right;

your gravity holds me in your orbit, no lie.”


And Rob replies, “Your love warms my soul;

you raise me with your humor as yeast does bread.

It’s only when I’m with you that I’m whole;

the joy you give me’s gone right to my head.”


And both together: “In happiness or in times of trouble,

when we make love, even when we argue,

in health or sickness, when everything turns to rubble

or when dreams come, I love you.”


Surely in a just world it’s miscarriage

if these two men can’t be united in marriage.


Copyright 2013

T. Allen Culpepper