And this morning
As I enjoyed
My coffee the
Strangest spider kept
Dancing across thigh
Hand and finger
I swatted plucked
And pinged it
Off me until
I realized that
It was you
Visiting me in
Your sleep reminding
Me with your
Little dance that
You’re still here
Oh we spent
Time building our
Sandcastle with pails
And shovels and
Hands pushing and
Forming and scraping
With gleeful abandon
When one huge
Wave erased everything
Gone now it
Is choose we
Must rebuild it
Or head down
The beach hand
In hand looking
For a safer
Harbor for dreams
And then I
Snapped like a
Wet towel growled
And barked like
A junk yard
Dog lunged like
A swamp alligator
And eventually saw
Before me moist
Eyes and tears
Why oh why
Did I do
That to you
And now we
Sit in the
Cold silence like
Late January winters
Frozen in place
When you tune
Out the noise
Of life when
You stop listening
Even to yourself
And wander into
A forest you
Will hear the
Cackling and calling
Of birds one
To the other
While unseen you
Know they’re there
Just like angels
Singing the sweet
Melodies of heaven
Today starts crisp
Like the first
Succulent bite into
A cold apple
The morning dew
On my toes
Tickling like wet
Feathers and the
Birdsong symphonies in
Stereo surrounding me
Low sun catches
Tall tree tops
Making them glow
Sudsy like kitchen
Sponges as the
Steam rises from
My coffee like
Sirens released ghostly
From Pandora’s box
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 