Throwing open the curtains
Coffee cup in hand
Steam rises and fogs
The window panes like
My grandmothers soup to
My grandfathers eyeglasses when
I visited as child
The glow begins in
The east like toaster
Wires after bread has
Been lowered like cannonballs
Onto catapults clouds lumber
Past like drunken sailors
Returning to ships after
Shore leave as people
And their pets wander
About sniffing the ground
And air like wolves
Seeking out the scents
Of day and prey
Category: Affection
It’sMorning
There is something about
The last bit of
Night the cracker crunch
Of brittle snow beneath
Feet the cold ache
Of arthritic car doors
And the growling of
Icy tired car engines
That reminds me of
Morning and as the
World starts its march
You slide in beside
Me warm and fresh
Like a Turkish towel
And wrap your arms
Around me like a
River otter to offspring
As your hair fresh
From water and lavender
Tickles my nose a
Kiss lands upon my
Lips like an envelope
Slid through the mail
Slot softly floating to
The floor signaling me
That today is here
MorningJazz
I no longer desire
Yearn or long for
Like a phonograph needle
That has found its
Groove after years of
Skipping I can at
Last and once again
Hum those deliciously high
Notes and whiskered snares
And plucked bass lows
Of early morning jazz
OneLeafTwo (for Miles)
And like the leaf
That blew far away
From the forest I’ve
Spent time wondering where
And how but knowing
That if I did
Then surely more have
And surely more will
When yesterday one did
And that one meant
More to me than
Any forest ever could
Happeness
Knowing where one belongs
Is different from knowing
Ones place admitting what
Makes one sing is
More important than being
Able to sing being
Comfortable with nearly nothing
Is oftentimes calmer than
Seeking everything happiness should
Be spelt happeness for
I have found my
Greatest happiness when things
That make me happiest
Naturally quietly simply happen
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 