This morning starts
Crisp and cool
Like that first
Bite of Braeburn
Apples plucked from
Refrigerators gray skies
Like aggie and
Indian and purie
Marbles with which
Once I played
Cars buzz about
Filled with hurried
Shoppers sipping seasonal
Coffees and teas
And you of
Course beside me
Warm and sleepy
Yawning and smiling
Heaven on earth
I haven’t had
Much luck in
Love but great
Fortune my purse
May be empty
But my heart
Remains full I’m
A terrible gambler
I cannot bluff
When it comes
To love often
Loosing but always
Enjoying the game
And isn’t that
Better in the
Long run anyway
I awoke in
A field of
Wildflowers lavender honeysuckle
Peony and bluebell
Each different yet
Each the same
The same because
To my eye
They simply surround
Me like old
Friends different because
Like old friends
Each brings its
Own distinct color
Fragrance and beauty
Surrounded by nature’s
Possibilities do I
Pick or absorb
Breathing in I
Decide to snap
One free just
For me now
Come home with
Me and let
Me enjoy you
Where I can
Always see you
Where you belong
Beside me forever
With each chat
Each new secret
I plant seeds
Of possibility that
I water with
Affection and interest
Compassion and kindness
Watching my field
Of acquaintances grow
Into a forest
Of friends amongst
Which I hide
When the world
Eventually frightens me
Because it does
And they do
They always do
Chatting over espresso
He admitted that
He was from
The middle of
Nowhere but I
Asked isn’t even
The middle of
Nowhere somewhere why
He asked because
I said after
Kissing him you’re
Definitely not anyone
From anywhere or
No one from
Nowhere you’re someone
From somewhere and
That somewhere and
Someone is the
One that’s right
Here with me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 