Too early to
wait I will
just for what
I don’t know
maybe a sign
signal or sound
a beep bleep
a light touch
or heavy thump
of some lump
coming to life
Category: happines
Dreams
Dreams don’t happen
they sprout and
spread and bloom
once gained their
blossoms are gathered
into beautiful bouquets
tied with ribbons
given to others
but first seed
a wish for
that and then
Sunday
Cloudy sky
mutes sun
daybreak whispers
through the
hazy whiskers
of damp
gray dark
Sunday morning
nothing tempts
or beckons
besides blankets
and pillows
Crystal
You can’t
poke holes
into water
any more
than you
can poke
holes into
my peace
while what
you used
will shine
it will
slowly dull
but I
will continue
to glisten
like crystal
Beach
I don’t swim
but rather dip
or maybe wade
in the chaos
sure of footing
retreat I will
free from waves
that start far
offshore and take
their drama out
on those unaware
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 