Just like rain
Is to flowers
The sun is
To the moon
The shadow is
To moss and
The cold is
To snow so
Is love to
People in the
Universe there is
Love abundance so
Try to give
It freely and
Often for no
One one can
Ever have enough
Nor will anyone
Ever run out
Give it freely
And as often
As is possible
Even while suffering
For it is
Yours to spread
About and yours
To also harvest
Love love always
A yolk surrounded
By white hung
Above flanked by
Strips of clouds
Shards of sunlight
Like shredded paper
Grew long on
The shadowed street
Glints of sun
Danced on bumpers
Just like candlelight
Green and browned
Lawns appeared like
Sprawling checker boards
Birdsong returned calls
Outside my window
Like far-off radios
At long last
The sun returned
Here to Charlotte
Bringing with it
This Sunday morning
The sky started
As gray as
The rinse bowl
For an artists
Brushes absent of
Color containing many
A parasoles opened
Casting opaque shadows
Everything is muted
As though time
Has turned down
Its own volume
Sleepiness persists here
Daybreak takes effort
Unlike Christmas morn
Even birdsongs lay
Absent like a
Cut telephone line
All I hear
Is my own
Sip sip sip
And grass growing
I awoke talking
To the strangers
In my dreams
Having a chat
Explaining my life
Why is that
I lay wondering
Perhaps it’s you
Who I have
Not yet met
If it is
You’re incredibly charming
Like a locket
Shiny and new
Holding a memory
Wearing it always
And never forgotten
When we meet
I will remember
These early chats
And remind you
Laugh we will
Have we shall
No longer dreams
Instead now dreaming
I am now
I will say
In a jar
I keep coins
From far-off places
And times past
Like a merchant
Searching for change
I rummage through
Them seeking memories
There’s this one
And that one
Then the other
Until I find
With my fingers
The only one
Which carries me
Back to Santorini
Azure blue seas
The white buildings
Cropped like terrine
Nests hugging cliffs
Of wafting salty
Humid light breezes
And the suns
Warmth on face
Of mopeds screaming
Across cobblestone bumpty-bump
And the crimson
Moustaches of deep
Dark red wine
Such a time
I now remember
So long ago
Only in Santorini
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 