The day starts
Here sleepy like
A dewy pasture
In Wisconsin full
Of calling birds
Lovers stir slowly
Like cream in
A hot cup
Of coffee being
Absorbed in my
Arms like a
Letter in envelope
Music begins to
Play in the
Flat next to
Me caressing my
Ears like your
Fingers did outside
That cafe in
Barcelona when you
Told me that
You loved me
My dear boy
I don’t expect
You to understand
What I say
But rather gather
My wisdom like
Fireflies in jars
Be mesmerized by
Their dance enjoy
How they light
Up your world
The release them
Allowing them to
Do their dance
For someone else
Sometimes you say
Things that tickle
Me like a
Feather or dandelion
Under the chin
Yesterday you said
That a best
Friend asked about
You about me
Giddy with glee
I realized that
I was now
A part of
An extended part
Of you that
I was present
In not only
Your life but
Also in theirs
Such a wonderful
Place to be
Indeed
Happiness is a
State not confined
To borders it
Is a declaration
Not an evidence
It isn’t found
But generated it
Isn’t the result
Of something else
Happiness simply is
Share your happiness
With those beleaguered
By despair it
Is a silent
Gift spread it
About like rich
Soil prompting more
Happiness to blossom
In your world
Having is not
A sin neither
Is gathering keeping
Is
If one has
It must be
Given and shared
This is communion
Take what morsels
You possess a
Crumb a drink
Even your smile
If you are
Rich enough to
Have you are
Wealthy enough to
Offer to others
Including your love
Give freely often
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 