Sometimes in life
We all need
Crutches me I
Needed them for
A decade until
One recent morning
I decided to
Take my life
Back from them
I can’t wait
To descend a
Staircase hang the
Christmas tree star
And dance with
Someone let me
Take your hand
And dip you
Reclaiming ones life
Starts simply quietly
By promising yourself
It’s my life
No one or
Nothing else’s again
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
And finally when
At last you’re
Finished and think
Of yourself as
Blissfully single a
Dense fog rolls
In from the
Cape catching you
Dancing upon cliffs
Spinning and shining
Your self-loving heart
In all directions
Attracting ships freighters
Frigates and moths
Lonely and desperate
Out at sea
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 