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
The East glows
This morning like
Far off bonfires
Igniting blue skies
Faint pink rouged
Clouds hang high
Like dangling earrings
Catching breaking dawn
Humid chill prompts
Up turned collar
As I sip
Coffee outside our
Little NoDa apartment
Waiting for you
To awaken shivering
Clad in last
Nights fleece pullover
Like many things
We share together
Early morning coffee
The chattering birds
Dawns first light
And dream remembering
Set our tempo
Like daily metronomes
Like the exit
I should have
Stopped at has
Disappeared behind me
I am hoping
That the next
One I see
Is where I
Stop a while
To decide if
I should stay
Pursuit of love
Grows long weary
Until I know
That only we
Can be true
Bean you do
Know by now
That which I
Have always known
I am here
You are there
Wherever we are
Recharging ourselves apart
So that we
Remain stronger together
We are each
The others cornerman
At the end
Of the round
Of daily battles
We find our
Place to rest
Taking a moment
Of reflection before
The next day
Orange sherbet sky
Bleeds blue azure
Glowing through streaks
Of nighttime rain
As birds gossip
About yesterday’s sorely
Lack of worms
Drink umbrella flowers
Curtsy and shake
Like wet dogs
Sending dew drops
Airborne and parachuting
Landing on chutes
Of grass sliding
Gleefully like children
Down down down
Steam rises silently
From coffee cups
Like elegant fingers
Of social matrons
Crawling between cracks
In bedroom doors
Knocking sleepy eyes
Last nights cologne
Blending with seductive
Columbian and cream
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 