Every single time
That I begin
To write its
As though I’m
Stepping into Heaven
I step into
A different beautiful
Place where everything
Simply becomes words
Category: Curiosity
DampCharlotte
There’s a dampness
This morning like
A freshly showered
Bathroom that hangs
Like freshly laundered
Shirts and misty
Spider webs cling
To tall trees
The air smells
Like wet cement
And dirt little
Glass ornaments teeter
On leaves and
Leap onto clothing
Saturating it duck
Calls echo in
The distance as
Charlotte awakens a
Freshly bathed child
StormyDawn
Like a new
Day storm whose
Lightening pops flashing
My dark room
I venture outside
Listening to taps
On my tin
Roof and there
East beyond the
Tree line a
Line of yellow
Breaks free of
Heavy clouds and
Through the pelting
Rain I feel dawns
Sun bathe me
In warmth you
Were that sun
Which broke free
From my storm
Balloon
And today I
Feel like a
Balloon freed from
The grasp of
A child floating
Free high above
Things winds pushing
Me lifting me
The sun warm
On my round
Body up I
Climb up higher
Higher higher still
Carried over sea
Now descending low
Back to where
I belong as
A new found
Surprise for the
The grasping hand
Of another child
FoundLove
You never find
What you seek
In the place
That you look
Lost things show
Up in unlikely
Places and often
Aren’t what you’re
Looking for but
Instead need so
Goes love try
Not to look
For a type
But instead be
Happy for it
That you’ve found
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 