The sun kisses me
with possibilities it warms
my darkest corners and
the wind carries with
it my love affection
and care like elm
paratroopers spinning spinning round
and landing somewhere new
I live for love
for hope and how
to remain in the
sun basking in the
idea of happiness found
Category: Friendship
Bach
Upon listening to Bach
I lament but also
wonder wondering about why
but more importantly what
what if anything will
come should someone too
Somewhere in Bach’s melodies
I find comfort somewhere
between the violins and
cellos I find breath
deep sighs and regret
taking me back to
when followed by what
and eventually facing why
Bach helps me heal
wounds long ago scabbed
and now just scarred
Morning
Morning is a magical
time for me when
people and ghosts rest
it is eerily quiet
serene and peaceful before
everyone awakens and turns
calm into selfish scurrying
pursuit a great time
of intimacy and exposure
when all of us
whether lion or mouse
stirs moves and ambles
shaking off the dust
of our dreams before
NotMuch
I don’t have much
in terms of things
I don’t have money
or much money anyway
But what I do
have is a heart
filled with the memories
of my extraordinary life
the faces of all
who came along for
this rollercoaster ride of
which has not yet
stopped and which will
continue to climb and
drop and twist and
turn until the end
GetUpGo
I don’t want to
I know I must
I must get up
get dressed get out
and get on with
my early morning routine
of coffee and jazz
and the awaited sunrise
but I stop pausing
to look back at
your back your face
turned away as if
to say just go
So go I do
missing you more with
each step than the
one before the last
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 