At first you
Were the espresso
Hot slightly bitter
Smooth and small
Now years later
We’ve outgrown that
Now we’re a
Concoction of things
Some silky some
Steamy a dollop
Of this that
Now hangs on
Lips causing laughter
We are now
Our little lattes
Sprinkled with the
Spice we are
Like a child
Books in hand
I sit waiting
Tapping and wondering
If I’m forgotten
Like a dog
By the gate
Watching for the
School bus crest
The hill yonder
Hoping it’s soon
Like the driver
Caught running late
In snarly traffic
Watching his watch
Time slipping by
This is me
Rapunzel in tower
Dreaming of that
One thing that
Will rescue me
Not from what
I am but
Will make me
Surely what I
I could be
The aroma wafts
Through my house
Like the sweet
Melodies of music
Teasing me with
Sun its shyness
Begins to break
Beneath sparse clouds
Like the eggs
Now frying white
And yellow as
I stretch like
A lazy cat
Cup in hand
I wait like
A Christmas child
For the presents
Promised this day
Outside my window
I spy tiny
Glass ornaments hanging
Off of leaves
They mirror and
Magnify in little
Ways things around
Them and if
I listen closely
I can hear
Them scream weeeeee
As the fall
And bounce to
The floor below
And I remember
That night in
The tent made
Of blankets and
Sheets we were
Explorers in the
Jungles off borabora
We pretended then
Creating lions tigers
And creepy crawling
Things with hands
And fingers and
Flashlights eating beans
And hot dogs
Just as sleep
Took hold I
Felt your fingers
Poke and tickle
Making me squeal
It’s like that
This morning many
Many years later
Us still adventurers
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 