The beginning is
Always difficult it’s
The end that’s
Easiest however you
Can’t have one
Without the other
So we naturally
Confuse the two
Isn’t it easier
For the sun
To set than
To rise each
Day therefore I
Ask for sweet
Goodbyes and ever
So cautious hello’s
Thunder heralded change
Clouds knew before
Me that today
Would mark newness
To my knees
But once again
Bleeding and weary
Up I stand
One more time
Or as many
Times it takes
Strength does not
Stand with those
Swinging the whip
It stands instead
With those capable
Of withstanding it
Bring about anger
Despair and pain
For my heart
Feels not that
Instead it beats
Hope and change
For better things
Sky
Heat
Dry
Brown
Doze
Crossed
Closed
Startle
Memory
Thought
Question
Remember
Voice
Image
Comfort
Relax
Breeze
Closed
Early morning sky
Blue almost white
Three vanilla cloud
Streaks hover above
Like cigar smoke
Cool air trapped
Inside frosts panes
Like aging dust
Mid-July’s humidity brings
A damp chill
While coffee mugs
Steam and warm
Sipping ever slowly
Feeling it slither
Milk and honey
Walking to me
Sitting and drinking
Smiling and winking
Dressed in shorts
Red zipped jumper
Knees to chest
Warding off dawns
Early morning dew
In my darkness
He offers laughter
From a far
Off place alone
Like a knife
On crystal stemware
Its clear tone
Pulls me out
Of my solitude
Like a dog
Which seemingly understands
His teasing jokes
About Swedish meatballs
Brings some joy
To me lightly
You do know
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 