The steam rises
From my coffee
Like hypnotized cobras
Coating my glasses
Like Thanksgiving kitchens
The house is
Quiet like midnight
Even though early
Morning sun creeps
Through blinds like
Lost children’s flashlights
In a forest
Mozart plays like
Those comfortable afternoons
In Essen with
My only grandmother
Giving me a
Sense of love
And far off
Behind the tree
Line Canadian geese
Honk preparing for
Flight now they
Approach like Mardi
Gras revelers in
Strategic formation swooping
Like Heaven’s angels
At the rapture
Now past everything
Returns to quiet
This Charlotte morn
The streetlamp shatters
Sending shards of
Yellow light like
Brush fires onto
Grass as car
Lights glow blueish
White ahead then
Turn to red
Cats eyes as
They pass the
Sky glows an
Eerie blue like
Spent flash bulbs
As landing planes
Mew like lion
Cubs this is
The morning here
There is a
Peace in knowing
A calm when
Understood like a
Blanket draped over
You on a
Chilly evening or
Catching a falling
Star to be
Gotten and felt
To express and
Be intimate to
Duck ones head
Under the surface
Of affection and
Rise to kindness
This is the
Sun I bathe
In after yesterday
And in my
Sleep it came
Carried on the
Wings of angels
Insight and rest
It bathed me
In understanding like
A warm robe
After cool bath
We’re friends friends
That love kiss
And enjoy each
Others company we
Are tending each
Other like plants
Watering and pruning
Watching the other
Grow and Blossom
There’s no label
Or expectation simply
The knowledge that
We’re in each
Others lives and
This brings joy
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 