At this lonely
dozy sleepy hour
the nights sky
wrings out the
last of starlight’s
glow turning the
black sky blue
as though a
giant or angel
added a dollop
of moon to
a cup of
hot dark coffee
Month: May 2024
Wakey (for Bean)
Sleep still
tucked in
behind eyes
thick thought
cleaved by
morning routine
just do
don’t think
days wit
will come
bringing desires
morning kiss
Bath
I miss
the quiet
that you
bring to
my mind
you might
not think
that it’s
very much
but silence
but that
is exactly
the warm
bath that
I need
Such
Sometimes I
wish but
then catch
I hesitate
wishing such
it’s loneliest
then wishing
such things
for such
must never
and then
just turn
into sighs
Why
Pressing freshly laundered
towels against face
listening to ocean
in sea shells
catching snow on
my outstretched tongue
hear a robin’s
song announcing spring
feeling the vines
of your arms
wind around me
these are things
that remind me
of just why
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 