This early
day hush
sounds come
from pipes
and growls
from faraway
thick gray
clouds moan
and sun
sighs behind
Category: Life
Day
Cook and
clean up
too much
at once
I don’t
know how
it’s like
dating someone
I need
a break
in between
to enjoy
Still
In this
moment moments
before start
when all
just is
as before
I stop
and listen
to sweet
melodies of
silence and
deep breaths
of someone
still asleep
Ritual
One lamp on
basket by machine
a naked bed
and windows open
spring pushes past
curtains and covers
a bee line
to the kitchen
tired corduroy slippers
shuffle and slide
that first hit
of hot water
against ground coffee
this morning ritual
Ticker
My heart flutters
like butterfly wings
I wish it
was my stomach
for I’d think
it was love
but now I
think it’s just
a rickety old
car that’s been
driven down the
same old rutty
road called life
and it’s bumps
and bruises felt
by my ticker
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 