When I know who
I am is when
I hear another say
good morning for it
is then that I
know we have made
it to another day
a destination of life
and isn’t that marvelous
Category: Morning
MorningSmile
And on this chilly
Denver morning while sipping
coffee I watch as
the sun rises against
the mountains creating deep
indentations of the crevasses
the darkest of deep
which sunlight doesn’t reach
much like the light
of your morning smile
missing the pain of
our fight last night
FoggyBialys
I awoke to fog
certainly in my mind
but outside as well
And like my mind
things I held familiar
disappeared behind the curtain
like a child playing
Eventually coffee and sun
seared off remaining gloom
and I spied you
emerging from Denver’s despair
bag of bialys and
jam in hand waving
across the parking lot
good morning handsome man
Cups
And just sitting here
again at the start
of either something small
or something serious that
is yet to see
coffee and two cups
waiting and also wondering
if one cup or
the other will eventually
become yours sitting next
to mine in the
cupboard and touching just
as close as you
do when we’re asleep
MountainWallflower
As the night sky
lightens with the day
the mountains like teenage
boys seem to step
forward from the wall
and sheepishly ask me
to dance on this
late winter Saturday morning
on the front range
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 