Cup in hand
water on boil
about the room
I slowly go
when out of
my eye’s corner
I spot the
moon breaking free
from her kidnappers
and she glows
with a sigh
of relief moments
before she ducks
behind the mountains
safe at last
Category: Morning
Silence
Paw prints and
tire tracks seen
indents where clumps
have quietly fallen
creating a frozen
delicate water ring
these I found
after pulling back
curtains raising blinds
and I stood
seeing winter’s silence
LilMiss
Funny thing
about missing
one thinks
it stings
when gone
but when
it returns
it’s hard
to imagine
it not
Depth
Depth with which
you speak doesn’t
come by way
of inches but
of miles no
not traveled lived
and time well
it tags along
therefore keep your
fingers and shovels
to your selves
for no matter
how far you
poke or dig
depth will ever
only be found
on the soles
of the soul
Day
Hanging around
the kitchen
like a
starched shirt
waiting watching
for those
first few
bubbly drips
to drop
knowing that
my relief
was soon
erase away
the mistakes
of sleep
onto bath
and brush
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 