Gee I guess
That the only
Time that you
Miss the thing
That you’re missing
Is when someone
Fills it then
And only then
Will you realize
That all the
Things that you’ve
Been looking for
Didn’t really matter
But the simple
Things that you
Did really did
Today life is
Showered in sheets
Of gray linen
From clothes lines
Snap and billow
High above me
Far off kisses
Land silently on
Perfumed paper and
Texts yearning desire
And longing ache
As this morning
Starts cool here
Missing you again
Sometimes in life
We get used
To where we
Are so used
To in fact
That those sweet
Summer breezes and
Wet grass tickles
Turn normal until
Oh they’re gone
And then we
Miss them with
A full orchestra
Of heart ache
Instead perhaps we
Should ask another
What they see
And accept that
Those norm things
We have indeed
Are the treasures
That others seek
Once again enjoying
Each other’s sweet
Summer breezes and
Wet tickling kisses
At the very
First crack of
Light on the
East like a
Lamp seen on
The floor beneath
The door morning
Starts here with
The sweet delicate
Sounds of birdsongs
Much like you
Start next to
Me opening one
Eye halfway letting
Me see you
Sleepily bathed in
Quiet morning newness
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 