The first chance
Of feeling today’s
Sun belongs to
The tallest of
Tall trees here
Just now their
Canopies are squinting
In early day
These tall trees
Stand head and
Shoulders above others
Like gangly taller-than-mates
Eighth graders in
Class photos the
Dawn sun moves
Across these trees
Like a slow
Yellow caterpillar across
The leaves of
It’s lunch eventually
Scorching everything with
The noon heat
And then there
You are absolutely
Nothing like I
Was looking for
But everything that
I needed friends
Now with the
World ahead filled
With promise of
Promises it is
Said that attraction
Springs from surprise
Me
Simply the ooooo’s
And ahhhhh’s of
Watching you light
Up like fireworks
And so we
Met for the
First time and
Like a meal
We explored each
Others tastes and
Aromas some savory
Some sweet some
Silky some chunky
After dining we
Were full gorged
On the other
Over laughter and
Honesty we learned
A bit more
About each other
Yet made room
For the dessert
Low slung sun
Briefly shaded by
Clouds casts golden
Gilt on the
Bushy tops of
Tall trees like
Shave cream on
My father’s brush
Lathered and waiting
To moisten low
Clouds that hang
Like a five
A.m. shadow while
Daisies yawn and
Stretch slowly opening
Like Chinese fans
This quiet morn
Here in Charlotte
And yet there
I said it
Not the fearful
Three words that
Are pre mature
And often lobbed
As blissful thinking
No this word
Means something more
It transcends one
Into something more
Than two it’s
A conjunction of
Sorts it’s us
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 