And finally when
At last you’re
Finished and think
Of yourself as
Blissfully single a
Dense fog rolls
In from the
Cape catching you
Dancing upon cliffs
Spinning and shining
Your self-loving heart
In all directions
Attracting ships freighters
Frigates and moths
Lonely and desperate
Out at sea
And right then
When you thought
Just maybe that
What you felt
Might be true
Who ever it
Is and so
You changed accepted
Redacted and ignored
All bells and
Whistles warning you
To be careful
Running and jumping
Off the pier
Fear behind you
Until you hit
The icy cold
Bold frozen water
Realizing too late
That chilly people
Cripple warm hearts
What would life
Look like if
We trusted the
Unknown instead of
Filling the known
With things now
We tend to
Anticipate tomorrow as
Though we’re attending
Our own party
Expecting requested gifts
But isn’t tomorrow
A surprise party
We can choose
To either be
Giddy with glee
Or sadly disappointed
We can celebrate
Genuine affection or
Selfishly stack our
Deck assuring satisfaction
I urge you
To live today
And trust tomorrow
Not as certainty
But as an
Unexpected surprise because
It really is
We are to
Each other like
The ones you
Dream about until
You actually hold
One we are
Like half book-ends
Finally coming together
Absent of books
Different in color
And size yet
Still paired because
We know what
We truly are
Things that keep
The other things
Now each other
Standing upright strong
The sky is
Marbled this morning
Like a fatty
Steak or Piazza
Flooring streaked with
White showing age
Large god like
Foot prints dig
Heavily into its
Blanket of grayness
Like lumbering giants
Wobbling home from
The bar morning
Sun is only
Seen through slits
Like a lone
Lamp through blinds
I think while
Sipping black coffee
Watching steam rise
Off the pond
Like waiting locomotives
Autumn has arrived
In the south
Bringing crispness like
That very first
Very sweet crack
Of an apple
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 