That place
you wish
you were
I am
those sounds
that you
wish that
you’d hear
I’ve heard
winged dreams
floating on
the clouds
of silence
and stars
like opals
gives peace
this place
Holiday
My sleeping mind
is more forgiving
bringing you back
like some sweater
from the trunk
in the attic
pleasant they are
these memories skip
gleefully and erotic
but day comes
back you go
to cuddle with
the moth balls
and holiday decorations
Breezy
Even morning warm
tee and shorts
on the balcony
for our tea
and buttery scones
scents from South
carried on breeze
as summers ease
cups and plates
put in sink
as clothes trail
to the sound
of the shower
Alone
If it’s
said that
you’re to
meet those
who you’re
meant to
meet and
I only
meet me
then it
stands to
reason that
I’m enough
Else
What I
was meant
to do
I’ve done
this then
is what
comes after
and very
little else
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 