The East glows
This morning like
Far off bonfires
Igniting blue skies
Faint pink rouged
Clouds hang high
Like dangling earrings
Catching breaking dawn
Humid chill prompts
Up turned collar
As I sip
Coffee outside our
Little NoDa apartment
Waiting for you
To awaken shivering
Clad in last
Nights fleece pullover
Like many things
We share together
Early morning coffee
The chattering birds
Dawns first light
And dream remembering
Set our tempo
Like daily metronomes
Uncurled and unfurled
The road map
Of your life
Lays before me
I am here
And you are
Way over there
How did we
Both get lost
When the last
Time I looked
We were together
I won’t catch-up
If you move
So you must
Either keep going
Apart or come
Back to me
Right where you
Left me before
If you don’t
I will find
My own way
Just as you
Will find yours
Like the exit
I should have
Stopped at has
Disappeared behind me
I am hoping
That the next
One I see
Is where I
Stop a while
To decide if
I should stay
Pursuit of love
Grows long weary
Until I know
That only we
Can be true
Bean you do
Know by now
That which I
Have always known
I am here
You are there
Wherever we are
Recharging ourselves apart
So that we
Remain stronger together
We are each
The others cornerman
At the end
Of the round
Of daily battles
We find our
Place to rest
Taking a moment
Of reflection before
The next day
The early sky
Is grey like
Tepid murky water
Of freshly bathed
Dusty dirty children
It covers everything
Like aging dust
Except for silky
Ribbons of pink
Hanging on horizon
Like fresh negligees
Hung to dry
Distant mid summer
Honey suckle wafts
Sweet delicate fragrance
Like invisible clouds
Of debutantes passing-by
Coffee for me
Coffee for you
Sit patiently steaming
Upon dawns arrival
Stumbling you sit
Next to me
Smiling I think
Like the sun
That is missing
This Charlotte morn
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 