And it came
As a surprise
A video call
From you after
A silent week
Like a river
Thawing under April
Sun the chatter
Flowed quietly as
Trickles at first
Then torrents of
Laughter and teasing
Awakened again alive
We seemed to
Grow back into
One another rolling
Like the majestic
River we are
A bird on
A fence wondering
Where to next
Like angels in
Heaven wondering which
Soul to save
Next
It’s often better
To ask forgiveness
Than permission so
When I kiss
You please understand
That I do
So with more
Regard for you
Than for me
The air this
Morning smells like
The crisp piney
Cedar aroma of
My family’s cabin
In northern Wisconsin
The small one
Room cottage was
Surrounded by tall
Pines and cedars
Which shed needles
And bark perfect
For a crackling and
Aromatic camp fire
The inside of the
Cabin held a
Musty smell until
My mother and
Grandmother swept and
Mopped the locked
Up smell behind
I came out
To watch sunrise
It’s less of
A snapping shade
Or photographers flash
And more like
The tide slowly
Rolling subtly ashore
It’s one of
Those things that
If you weren’t
Looking for it
You’d miss it
Like a shooting
Star or firefly
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 