At my age
You learn your
Place in history
You realize that
It’s not forever
It’s for now
When I look
Into your eyes
I see both
Sadness and gleeful
Curiosity like a Cotswold
Pond freshly frosted
By a thin
Layer of ice
Yet teeming with
Life down below
Do I dare
Step upon you
Cautious about fracture
Or simply allow
Warmth to thaw
Your eyes slowly
Back to life
Day is glowing
Low on horizon
Like eyes still
Sleepy from dreams
The sky resembles
Pictures from space
An orb of
Blue with wisps
Of white gray
And orange I
Feel like a
Child spying his
First earth wondering
What life holds
Way out there
My favorite time
When my world
Next to me
Still sleeps knowing
That he will
Awaken soon just
Like the heavens
If I give
Love expect it
To arrive without
A return address
If it doesn’t
Fall upon you
It shall fall
Upon another needing
It but please
Know that it’s
Addressed to you
And then right
There with steam
Flowing from ears
Like a kettle
On the boil
You made me
Laugh and what
Started as heat
Turned to the
Sweet steeped tea
Of just us
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 