And from hundreds
Of miles away
Your voice crackles
And echoes in
My ear a
Bad connection almost
Sinks our precious
Time until the
Real words come
Through clearly finally
I love you
Category: Curiosity
LonelyBottom
Oh why oh
Why when things
Go bad every
Song makes me
Cry
Is that perhaps
Our natural state
Just this side
Of crying when
A song pushes
Us over edge
You’ve been silent
And I recall
That’s how every
Other one ended
Am I now
Going down the
Same slide with
No one to
Catch me at
The lonely bottom
GoodMorning
Low slung sun
Briefly shaded by
Clouds casts golden
Gilt on the
Bushy tops of
Tall trees like
Shave cream on
My father’s brush
Lathered and waiting
To moisten low
Clouds that hang
Like a five
A.m. shadow while
Daisies yawn and
Stretch slowly opening
Like Chinese fans
This quiet morn
Here in Charlotte
Us
And yet there
I said it
Not the fearful
Three words that
Are pre mature
And often lobbed
As blissful thinking
No this word
Means something more
It transcends one
Into something more
Than two it’s
A conjunction of
Sorts it’s us
Future
And in the
Silence comes a
Voice prompting you
Go further than
Far keep the
Flame of hope
Burning let it
Be your light
Through your darkness
There is light
Ahead of you
When you know
Where to look
Pay no attention
To steps for
They are slippery
Instead focus on
Just your future
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 