Sometimes in life
You find one
One that understands
Takes away time
And all concern
Simply lets you
Be just you
And when together
A miracle happens
Something so unexpected
The world stops
And takes notice
But notice them
We do not
In those minutes
All we see
Is just us
Who we are
To each other
One tiny moment
At a time
A yolk surrounded
By white hung
Above flanked by
Strips of clouds
Shards of sunlight
Like shredded paper
Grew long on
The shadowed street
Glints of sun
Danced on bumpers
Just like candlelight
Green and browned
Lawns appeared like
Sprawling checker boards
Birdsong returned calls
Outside my window
Like far-off radios
At long last
The sun returned
Here to Charlotte
Bringing with it
This Sunday morning
The sky started
As gray as
The rinse bowl
For an artists
Brushes absent of
Color containing many
A parasoles opened
Casting opaque shadows
Everything is muted
As though time
Has turned down
Its own volume
Sleepiness persists here
Daybreak takes effort
Unlike Christmas morn
Even birdsongs lay
Absent like a
Cut telephone line
All I hear
Is my own
Sip sip sip
And grass growing
You do love
These cloudy morns
They blanket you
From your woes
Like ear muffs
Warding off frostbite
They protect you
From the world
What I like
About gray days
Is that they
Just like you
Will eventually shine
Out both come
From your dens
Ready to start
So with you
I do agree
Sometimes we need
These sullen days
If for nothing
More than tomorrow
I awoke talking
To the strangers
In my dreams
Having a chat
Explaining my life
Why is that
I lay wondering
Perhaps it’s you
Who I have
Not yet met
If it is
You’re incredibly charming
Like a locket
Shiny and new
Holding a memory
Wearing it always
And never forgotten
When we meet
I will remember
These early chats
And remind you
Laugh we will
Have we shall
No longer dreams
Instead now dreaming
I am now
I will say
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 