Awaking to silence
I hear breathing
My own and
Yours as I
Stare into darkness
Grabbing my phone
To write you
Stir have I
Awakened you or
Are you stretching
Like a cat
Turning to me
You drowsily stare
Like a child
Wondering how how
What I’m not
Sure surely knowing
That I write
Then I feel
A kiss on
My chest followed
By a hand
You knowing I’m
Doing what I
Am and me
Knowing what you
Mean to me
And so we
Made it through
The pass between
Interested and involved
A scary canyon
Filled with uncertainty
Coming out the
Other side avoiding
Boulders of suspicion
And jealousy we’re
Now clear to
The valley of
Possibility of what
We might be
Less frightening and
Calmer we exhale
Knowing that we
Are traversing this
Thing called life
This morning’s sky
Looks as if
Saul dumped a
Bag of cotton
Balls there with
Long white streaks
Like a cats whiskers
The tree tops
Glow like big
Nightlights yellow and
Green like early
Autumn gourds spindly
Trunks shoot in
All directions like
The spokes of
A bicycle as
Birds gab and
Rumor about chill
Here this morning
The body is
The temple of
The soul but
It’s just a
Vessel a canoe
Which floats upon
The lake that
The soul is
Come swim with
Me abandon your
Boat get naked
And let us
Paddle languidly in
All that the
Other beautifully is
On coming rain
Looms like the
Flashing lights of
A patrol car
In rear-view mirrors
Creating an anxiety
Until you’re wet
Hoping for thunder
Stormy days make
Me want to
Curl beneath blankets
Like critters burrowing
Deeper together huddling
Waiting for clouds
To pass by
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 