Crazy is
a street
that runs
both ways
for some
it ends
somewhere dark
for others
it carries
and lifts
and leaves
its mark
for me
it’s will
and courage
far less
bite and
mostly bark
Some
Sometimes easy someone
like a folded
blanket ready there
at the foot
to give comfort
cuddles and warmth
like a summer
breeze barely noticeable
until it passes
and wet grass
that gets between
the toes tickling
this is the
someone who sometimes
I would like
somewhere maybe someday
Goes
I don’t think
that we confuse
days of the
week because we’re
all getting older
but because we’re
at last aware
of how fast
it really goes
Earth
And bubbles bubble
breaking the surface
sighs I think
of times gone
dark things settled
and breaking down
becoming rich earth
in which plants
and lily pads
will soon bloom
Fireflies
It’s now when
the morning shadow
hovers and covers
and the sun
peeks through windows
some little spy
in the sky
and everything else
all around me
glows like bulbs
belonging to fireflies
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 