The sky begins
To glow like
A child’s face
Spying upon presents
Early morning stars
Begin to disappear
Like Autumnal leaves
Leaving the trees
Barren ready for
Winter cars zoom
By with workers
Off to jobs
Like paper boys
Delivering the daily
News this early
I spy a
Star no wait
It doesn’t twinkle
It could be
The space station
But upon it
Cannot I still
Wish oh astronauts
Make my wish
Come true bring
Me a man
Here on earth
Upon to love
Unable to sleep
I wander through
The darkness wondering
Like a child
Lost far from
Home what this
Day will bring
Faeries or monsters
On I plod
Uncertain of steps
But knowing that
Each on brings
Me closer to
The place that
I call home
The day awakens
And like little
Ants people begin
To scurry about
Most just walking
A few running
But me I
Drink my coffee
And observe the
World around me
Like a goldfish
In a bowl
Happy day for
No reason really
Happy to see
The nighttime bugs
Swirl and dance
Around a streetlight
Like teenage sock
Hoppers around the
Chuck Barry sound
Happy to feel
The nighttime dampness
About to dry
Into another plantation
Hot week day
Happy to hear
Cars approach quietly
Like curious cats
Then speed by
Their headlights creating
Ghouls on streets
Happy for everything
Just plain happy
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 