Dreams don’t happen
they sprout and
spread and bloom
once gained their
blossoms are gathered
into beautiful bouquets
tied with ribbons
given to others
but first seed
a wish for
that and then
Atop
Deep sigh
don’t know
if it
is boredom
or relief
like walking
on top
a fence
one wrong
move and
fate will
become destiny
Sunday
Cloudy sky
mutes sun
daybreak whispers
through the
hazy whiskers
of damp
gray dark
Sunday morning
nothing tempts
or beckons
besides blankets
and pillows
Fight
Do I
don’t I
I’m scales
of justice
weighing hope
on one
tray expectancy
on the
other disappointment
and each
suitor steps
forward for
his weigh-in
it’s gotta
be a
fair fight
after all
Gates
I don’t think
that the Universe
always opens windows
after closing doors
what I think
that it does
is unlock the
gateways that we
have to find
it’s still up
to us as
to whether or
not we do
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 