Throwing open the curtains
Coffee cup in hand
Steam rises and fogs
The window panes like
My grandmothers soup to
My grandfathers eyeglasses when
I visited as child
The glow begins in
The east like toaster
Wires after bread has
Been lowered like cannonballs
Onto catapults clouds lumber
Past like drunken sailors
Returning to ships after
Shore leave as people
And their pets wander
About sniffing the ground
And air like wolves
Seeking out the scents
Of day and prey
Month: January 2023
WisdomsOrchard
Wisdom I had asked
Why have you forgotten
I am still here
It’s you who has
Stopped listening to me
No I have asked
And yes I have
Answered but not the
Question that you asked
My son Wisdom said
The Universe is plump
With answers but like
A man that wanders
Into an orchard and
Picks the apple he
Wants you should start
Behaving like the owner
That harvests all fruits
And then decides which
Ones become one thing
Or another based not
Upon look but promise
StopLet
Stop looking for
Whatever it is
But rather invite
It to come
Be a mystery
In which someone
Else can solve
Promised
Knowing one’s truth
Allows for courage
Reveals divine clarity
Admits your humility
Affords you life
And guarantees peace
This is promised
By the Universe
It’sMorning
There is something about
The last bit of
Night the cracker crunch
Of brittle snow beneath
Feet the cold ache
Of arthritic car doors
And the growling of
Icy tired car engines
That reminds me of
Morning and as the
World starts its march
You slide in beside
Me warm and fresh
Like a Turkish towel
And wrap your arms
Around me like a
River otter to offspring
As your hair fresh
From water and lavender
Tickles my nose a
Kiss lands upon my
Lips like an envelope
Slid through the mail
Slot softly floating to
The floor signaling me
That today is here
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 