Awake I am
Writing with you
Asleep around me
Your breathing shallow
Keeps time with
These words stirring
You feel my
Distance even in
Sleep rolling next
To me you
Grab my hand
Away from the
Keyboard placing it
Upon your chest
Where I feel
You beat this
Morning giving pause
To these words
Like a new
Day storm whose
Lightening pops flashing
My dark room
I venture outside
Listening to taps
On my tin
Roof and there
East beyond the
Tree line a
Line of yellow
Breaks free of
Heavy clouds and
Through the pelting
Rain I feel dawns
Sun bathe me
In warmth you
Were that sun
Which broke free
From my storm
And today I
Feel like a
Balloon freed from
The grasp of
A child floating
Free high above
Things winds pushing
Me lifting me
The sun warm
On my round
Body up I
Climb up higher
Higher higher still
Carried over sea
Now descending low
Back to where
I belong as
A new found
Surprise for the
The grasping hand
Of another child
And like crabgrass
You found that
One crack in
My cement and
Wheedled your way
Into my heart
Never the same
For now you
Are here giving
Me your color
Joined we are
Together we’ll be
One just solid
The other beautiful
Like a duck
On a pond
I spied you
There sitting in
The marsh pretending
To be the
Trees I heard
Your heart race
Smelling your breath
Fly I will
Giving you thrills
Shoot me you
May not because
I’m free you’re
The wet one
Pretending to be
Something else hoping
To take me
Down by surprise
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 