And think of
Me like your
Cozy keeping you
Warm while the
Rest is cold
Think of me
As your mittens
Keeping your fingers
Together and protected
While shaping snowballs
Think of me
As your fan
Cooling you as
The heat of
The world makes
You sweat and
Finally think of
Me as your
Sleep bathing you
In such private
Things as dreams
And like a
Foundation trust is
Built stone by
Stone laid carefully
And mortared together
With time sometimes
However foundations become
Walls to keep
Things in or
Out same goes
For trust for
You see trusting
One doesn’t mean
That you trust
Another trying to
Pick apart that
Thing you built
The day starts
Quiet as still
As a country
Church faraway the
Drone of a
Highway is heard
Like an orchestra
Warming up before
The concert of
The morning commute
You begin to
Stir and sputter
Pulling yourself from
Your dreams depth
Like a swimmer
Close to drowning
My early morning
Kiss resuscitating you
You can offer
A man both
Bread and water
But if he’s
Not hungry or
Thirsty he won’t
Eat or drink
That does not
Mean that you
Withdraw your generosity
The Kingdoms of
Heaven aren’t filled
With those that
Took but rather
Those that offered
Remain steadfast in
Your offers for
Leaving this world
With empty pockets
Makes for a
Lighter ascent like
A balloon freed
Of its string
I have learned
That in life
Mysteries are unveiled
Like dawn breaking
Over Honolulu ridges
Secrets appear quietly
Like fawns stepping
Free from brambles
At last exposed
Like a groundhog
Deciding whether to
Hide again or
Face the season
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 