How does a
Dog not hear
The call of
It’s master or
The leaves not
Feel the wind
Or the sand
Not feel the
Incessant pounding surf
Or the daffodil
The chill of
Frost and yet
You suppose I
Am supposed to
Not miss you
When wherever I
Am you are
Except right here
And here and
Yes over there
And with my
Eyes I spy
A new day
Breaking out there
Not yet here
Canopy of clouds
Like London umbrellas
Growling and muttering
Hovering above churning
Seas washing the
Bleached beached sand
In sudsy foam
Depositing sea shells
At my feet
Which sink quickly
Like hasty relationships
And yet there
Beyond my reach
Dawn breaks through
Like a Chinese
Dragon on NewYears
Exploding bleeding red
For a moment
Then quietly gone
Just like yesterday
And once again
Away you are
With those that
Love you most
Beach and ocean
Horizon white blue
Kissing ocean green
Sand and umbrellas
Laughter song love
Please be there
Now with them
Don’t wish me
There because I
Already am looking
Through your eyes
Sometimes in love
Impossibility does occur
It’s called distance
That might be
Inches or miles
Time or ages
And it promises
Only one thing
To push away
Or draw close
It doesn’t depend
On the where
Or the why
When or how
But the who
Oh I spy
Diamonds in grass
Early morning dew
Sitting and shimmering
Dancing like fairy
Wings or tiny
House lights of
Nymphs and gnomes
Glisten they do
Disappear they must
But for now
They but twinkle
Like galaxies nestled
In Kentucky bluegrass
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 