There’s morning chill
Buzzing around me
Like plump bumblebees
God’s blue eye
Peeks through soupy
Gray clouds winking
Like attracted teenagers
Bundled in cardigan
Throwing open doors
Far off lilacs
Rush in bathing
Me in sweet
Aromatic mid-summer smell
Odors of coffee
And buttered toast
Join me here
Like old friends
Bringing me comfort
Knowing wherever you
Are you’re doing
The same things
Seeing the same
Smelling the same
Just as me
Early morning sky
Blue almost white
Three vanilla cloud
Streaks hover above
Like cigar smoke
Cool air trapped
Inside frosts panes
Like aging dust
Mid-July’s humidity brings
A damp chill
While coffee mugs
Steam and warm
Sipping ever slowly
Feeling it slither
Milk and honey
Walking to me
Sitting and drinking
Smiling and winking
Dressed in shorts
Red zipped jumper
Knees to chest
Warding off dawns
Early morning dew
A to Z
Are just letters
Unionized forming words
Punctuated into thoughts
And bled here
Then folded neatly
Sealed and posted
Opened and read
Languidly in hammocks
Rushed at work
Your eyes only
Understand these things
Even though I
Don’t say them
But pen them
Always to you
Fine I am
Fine I’ll be
A bit weathered
Some what weary
Now more cautious
Looking both ways
On one-way streets
It is still
Possible to be
Mowed down by
Some one reckless
Disobeying the signs
Law and propriety
I’ll just wait
Until the rush
Is finally over
To step foot
Again into the
Chaos of love
It is time
Setting aside those
Focusing on myself
This is difficult
I’ve always been
Service to others
Everyone needs help
At one time
But for me
I never knew
It’s my turn
Alone I am
With the words
And the rain
Wondering at last
What this dawn
Will look like
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 