The day starts
Freshly like the
Intoxicating aroma of
Eggs bacon coffee
Awakening me from
Sweet dreams of
The arms of
My past lovers
Shielding me like
Armor from the
Ravages of life
Messages arrive from
You like long
Awaited letters tickling
Me like that
Cold quarry lake
Outside of Pittsburgh
Where we cautiously
Dipped our toes
Before leaping headlong
Just like sipping
A cup of
Joe before work
Here next to
Me lays a
Plank of ebony
Sanded smooth with
Knots of knowing
And age dark
And rich slightly
Bitter like a
Cup of black
Coffee deep as
The moonless night
Except for two
Twinkling eye stars
Drawing me deeper
Into your universe
At first we
Were like a
Freshly saddled stallion
Rearing up on
Haunches bucking struggling
To throw off
The harness of
The new relationship
Slowly we loped
Around the paddock
Adjusting then past
The gates of
Loyalty we gained
Speed finally at
Full stride we
Gallop now free
Now comfortable with
This new freedom
Day starts quietly
Like Loon Lake
That one summer
Years ago just
Us a fire
Lightening bugs and
Secrets melodies remind
Me of love
Awakening like high
School prom when
I first kissed
Steam rises from
My coffee cup
Like the smoke
From the blown
Out candles right
Before you led
Me to bed
We shovel heaps
And heaps of
Travesties upon each
Other burying one
Another beneath anger
If we are
Created in His
Image is God
Also hateful or
Has humanity devolved
So far away
From Spirit that
Meanness and agenda
Affords pain and
Torture instead of
Looking at these
Travesties as representative
Of the Divine
Let us remember
That these shovels
Of inhumanity are
Merely dark soil
Upon which the
Blossoms of hope
Do spring eternal
Here remembering 9/11
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 