It’s early and
Like a child
I wipe away
Sleep finally being
Moored to morning
I realize like
An adventurer that
What I dreamed
Is different from
What I see
In dreams I
Remembered you familiar
But now this
New world is
Absent of you
I must conquer
This new land
Alone and discover
Other potential treasures
Let us play
You bring your
Trucks and bulldozers
And I’ll bring
My pail and
Shovel let us
Create something something
Different time and
Again let us
Play house sitting
Down for tea
And crumpets expressing
Dreams and desires
Over and over
Again let us
Let us over
And over again
Clouds skate by
Like swirls of
Icy snow on
November mornings some
Higher are orange
Like a fruit
Stand but mostly
Gray like Eeyore
The trees have
Pallor a boring
Green like house
Paint the temperature
Is perfect if
You’re like a
Summer Rosa tomato
And finally I
Found a mirror
Studied myself in
It saw my
Smile my frown
My cowlick my
Beard saw in
It me and
I in turn
Saw you for
You are that
Mirror reflecting me
The mornings sky
Is heavy with
Cream like my
Mother shaved off
Milk and added
Strawberries for breakfast
Thick with dollops
Of clouds the
Blueest of blueberries
Begins to peak
Through as they
Did when I
Was a child
Not knowing my
Mother buried them
A sweet surprise
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 