And there spying
I did see
Out there and
Far away a
Dot a smudge
A blemish on
The looking glass
High on cliffs
I did see
Something far off
And different not
An island or
Land but something
And that something
Gave me hope
Not for me
But for it
Because I knew
Where I was
Precisely exactly where
And certainly it
Was looking sailing
Searching for me
Like tented nights
Telling scary stories
Flashlight under chin
This morning’s sun
Uplights the clouds
Turning them the
Softest soft downy
And fluffy pink
Jagged gray cliffs
Bully the horizon
Frightening the willows
Into a curtsy
Plane tale lines
Scratch high above
Appearing and disappearing
Like invisible ink
Or whispered passwords
Two lone birds
Sing sweet harmonies
As the steamy
Furries rise above
My coffee cup
As a child
I stared through
The bakery window
At cream puffs
And while poor
I knew that
One day I
Would taste them
Oftentimes it’s not
In the tasting
That matters much
It’s the knowing
That you will
One day soon
You my dear
Will be handed
Your very own
And very sweet
Cream puff by
Another cream puff
What is unimportant
To me is
Who I am
For I know
Important however is
You for you
I don’t know
You are the
Second moon in
My sky and
Upon you only
I can gaze
You are only
There when I
See you as
All others cannot
That is simply
How special you
Are to me
Oh and again
The gnawing started
That sweet cicada
Song of summer
That raspy buzzing
Sound that takes
Me all the
Way back then
Remember those days
Those melodious memories
Cocktails and stars
And those fireworks
Off the pier
Many years ago
All those were
Long before we
Ever even knew
Who we were
Or would become
Separate each other
Dogged summer days
As brittle as
All the photographs
Kept in books
All those days
So long ago
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 