The day starts
Dark with passing
Car lights shattering
My room like
Searchers flashlights looking
Familiar music plays
Like calming lullabies
Soothing the remnants
Of bad dreams
Messages from far
Off friends litter
My phone like
Smoke signals seen
On far off
Mountains reminding me
That I’m not
Alone this morning
Bad dreams greeted
Me this morning
Filled with unrequited
Loves that haunted
Me like teasing
Ghouls some I’ve
Never dreamed before
Others have long
Brought me pain
Unable to shed
These terrors upon
Awakening I now
Shiver with a
Very heavy heart
The day starts
Fresh renewed and
Clear like warm
April mornings bringing
Budding daffodils the
Dense fog of
Indecision rolled off
The coast of
My heart heralding
Change alone again
Like the sole
Tree on the
Prairie I will
Bring shade to
Those wishing to
Sit beside me
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 