Far away you
Are on a
Quest slaying the
Dragons of stress
Relaxing near water
Like sunning sea
Lions marooned with
Sweating umbrella drinks
Reclining you forget
Until my face
Appears like an
Apparition in an
Ice cube reminding
You that you
Belong here with
Me
The morning is
As peaceful as
A cemetery everyone
Is staying home
Including those under
Earth even the
Ghouls have lost
Their voices instead
Flying about silently
Sometimes we live
Life and love
To love and
Sometimes if we’re
Lucky we love
To live and
Sometimes luckily we
Live to love
In life there
Is who you
Are and there
Is what you
Were meant to
Be
Like a hatchling
Fresh and new
Happy to live
In the nest
Suddenly realizing flight
Knowing then that
A bird is
What it was
Meant to always
Be
And talk we
Did like birds
On a wire
This discovery of
Each other like
Scouring a crime
Scene for clues
Led from one
Topic to another
Like hunting dogs
Catching one scent
After the next
Drilling down we
Did taking pebbles
Of life out
Of each other
Like the augers
Of natural attraction
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 