Clouds above me
Swirl about like
Soapy suds swirling
Down the kitchen
Sink hawks soar
On invisible winds
High above as
Tall trees stand
Guard like thin
Helmeted soldiers or
Green umbrellas in
Fruity drinks the
Air is thick
With the stereo
Of bird calls
And tweets tickling
From afar as
Charlotte wakes up
There’s a dampness
This morning like
A freshly showered
Bathroom that hangs
Like freshly laundered
Shirts and misty
Spider webs cling
To tall trees
The air smells
Like wet cement
And dirt little
Glass ornaments teeter
On leaves and
Leap onto clothing
Saturating it duck
Calls echo in
The distance as
Charlotte awakens a
Freshly bathed child
Awake I am
Writing with you
Asleep around me
Your breathing shallow
Keeps time with
These words stirring
You feel my
Distance even in
Sleep rolling next
To me you
Grab my hand
Away from the
Keyboard placing it
Upon your chest
Where I feel
You beat this
Morning giving pause
To these words
And today I
Feel like a
Balloon freed from
The grasp of
A child floating
Free high above
Things winds pushing
Me lifting me
The sun warm
On my round
Body up I
Climb up higher
Higher higher still
Carried over sea
Now descending low
Back to where
I belong as
A new found
Surprise for the
The grasping hand
Of another child
And like crabgrass
You found that
One crack in
My cement and
Wheedled your way
Into my heart
Never the same
For now you
Are here giving
Me your color
Joined we are
Together we’ll be
One just solid
The other beautiful
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 