The way you
See the world
The glasses you
Use are different
Than mine so
Different that the
World you see
I can see
Simply by talking
To you you
Have opened a
Door that I
Never knew even
Existed until I
Met you and
Invited me in
And for that
This for you
In a jar
I keep coins
From far-off places
And times past
Like a merchant
Searching for change
I rummage through
Them seeking memories
There’s this one
And that one
Then the other
Until I find
With my fingers
The only one
Which carries me
Back to Santorini
Azure blue seas
The white buildings
Cropped like terrine
Nests hugging cliffs
Of wafting salty
Humid light breezes
And the suns
Warmth on face
Of mopeds screaming
Across cobblestone bumpty-bump
And the crimson
Moustaches of deep
Dark red wine
Such a time
I now remember
So long ago
Only in Santorini
Quiet greeted me
This morning heavy
Damp muted skies
Like puffy eyes
Not yet tearing
I await rain
This murky morning
Once colorful my
Outside world lays
In dank noir
Day lost grandeur
And its definition
Everything looks similar
Yet very unfamiliar
Like I do
When I catch
Mirrored glimpses of
Myself wondering
Where yesterday went
Today has aged
This dawn old
Gray as the
Hair I touch
Despite the clouds
I awakened new
Fresh and thankful
To yet again
See another day
Tonight’s moon hangs
In the sky
Like that one
Last Christmas ornament
That no one
Wishes to take
Down instead staring
At it remembering
Like a polished
Button on midnights
Jacket it sits
There catching sunlight
Like the first
Orange you touch
Or the last
Gumball you chewed
Oh moon visit
Me again tomorrow
It seems as
Though so many
Come back to
Me not as
Returned mail but
Rather like dogs
After a romp
In the brambles
Dirty smelly weary
Looking for a
Smiling face and
Some comfort after
Their far-off adventures
I guess I’m
Home to them
What a marvelous
Thing to be
For someone else
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 