And now it’s before
the day still belonging
to the night the
house still belonging to
the chill and the
coffee still belonging to
the bean this before
is my favorite time
a quiet peaceful time
before you eventually stir
and stretch being coaxed
by the sun rising
the heat of the
fire and the aroma
of coffee I enjoy
your laziness there knowing
that I’m like your
very own horologist winding
you up starting your
pendulum and regulating the
ticking of your heart
for your upcoming day
Category: Romance
Hat (for Jadon)
I love hats
I have many
I often carry
several with me
throughout my day
I have my
writer hat and
my lover hat
my goofball hat
which is a
beanie with propeller
I have my
dunce hat complete
with pink chagrin
Oh then there’s
my cigar smoking
Daddy hat allowing
me to smolder
But my favorite
hat of all
is no hat
But no one
ever sees me
then for I
am delightedly invisible
GloriouslyAlone
I am finally learning
to live with less
but in this case
less does mean more
I cannot tell you
how much less leads
to so much more
But refocusing your lens
from others to yourself
you begin to see
so many new things
so many different possibilities
for happiness your happiness
Being alone happy alone
is not the end
that so many think
Being alone happy alone
is a newly discovered
hallway chock full of
doors to where you
will never ever know
until you open one
Home
I have rediscovered happiness
having long ago been
taught but recently forgotten
A home that reflects
you a refrigerator filled
with fresh food and
love in your heart
This home my home
is welcome to all
Come in kick off
your shoes get comfortable
and only ever bring
your love with you
I’ll provide the rest
Easter
And it is Easter
A day of celebration
and of joyful resurrection
But resurrection isn’t a
miracle resurrection can happen
in the smallest things
a dandelion emerging between
sidewalks a phone call
from a thought to
be lost friend and
a morning hello from
some stranger resurrection simply
means rebirth a mulligan
a do over and
another try at being
our very best selves
despite our past darkness
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 