Cup in hand
water on boil
about the room
I slowly go
when out of
my eye’s corner
I spot the
moon breaking free
from her kidnappers
and she glows
with a sigh
of relief moments
before she ducks
behind the mountains
safe at last
Sisters
Gratitude and grace
are demure sisters
who walk together
hand in hand
to and fro
room to room
garden to orchard
making their way
through daily blessings
and affirmations bliss
Light
Light’s not supposed
to be so
bright to blind
the best light
looks but doesn’t
see the dark
is the one
that looks for
the homes mark
and goes there
Nothing
Just something
to say
and not
to remember
like so
many things
are nowadays
Tune
Music inspires me
it takes me
to and fro
sometimes like a
toy tossed between
sometimes a whisper
heard between rooms
it brings back
tastes and flavors
and aromas and
fragrances that hang
out of reach
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 