Like laying on
The bottom of
A cold clear
River bed and
Watching the rainbow
Trout shimmer past
This morning’s dawn
Is the same
Bands of soft
Red surround streaks
Of blue as
White gray tops
The swimming sky
As suddenly as
It appears it
Darts away giving
Way to the
Calm blue water
There above me
When you miss
Me simply place
Your hand over
Your heart I
Am right there
There right now
Feel me I’m
Never farther away
Than you there
And in the
Dreamy morning hours
I felt a
Butterfly or perhaps
Hummingbird alight my
Lips still dreaming
I imagined a
Prince or pauper
Waking me as
Delicately as dew
On tulips as
Wanton as thirst
As tender as
Down and as
Tickling as seltzer
Brushing it away
I awoke to
Your eyes smiling
Good morning love
Again this morning
Pewter skies envelopes
My color like
A washcloth absorbing
Fresh blood leaving
Me a ghostly
Pallor of grey
Everything is muted
Like school children
Shushed by nuns
Hoping for the
Sun’s recess allowing
Glee and abandonment
Yet here I
Lay staring up
At gray grey
Much less than
Gay this day
It’s a look
Cast off as
A glance that
Lingers a moment
Too long it’s
A joke that
Catches you off
Guard and the
Laughter erupts after
A few seconds
Of thinking it’s
A smile that
Is broader than
The biggest sloppy
Cheeseburger and that
One evidently embarrassing
Snort of giggling
That is freshness
Life’s little miracle
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 