And then there
Right before the
Holiday I stood
On my street
Head turned upwards
On that cold
Dark day mouth
Opened awaiting that
First landing of
A snowflake on
My tongue that
Is what meeting
You was like
Just for me
Category: Morning
MagnaCarta
I have finally
Understood my own
Sadness on the
Pursuit of happiness
I have forgotten myself
So concerned about
Others I lost
Track of me
Like setting
A falcon free
Of tether and
Hood I myself
Flew free and
Disappeared like a
Winged dot on
The horizon yet
Knowing at some
Point I’d return
To me of which
I now have
Back to roost
I no longer
Want others I
Simply want me
This is not
Selfish it is
However now Grand
Corner
And like a
Child on his
First bicycle free
Of feet I
Fly wind in
Hair adventure in
Heart I ride
Down my street
And now turn
The corner and
Down the lane
Finally growing up
TwoOfEverything
I want the
Intimacy of open
Bathroom doors of
Carrying finished plates
To the sink
Of shared razors
And of latching
Necklaces on long
Necks of fluffing
Your pillow of
Half filled cold
Coffee cups I
Want the joy
Of two of
Everything we have
One of anything
Aches and makes
Me just break
Fall
And there when
I stood under
An ambered canopy
I watched as
Leafy hatchlings spun
And danced as
They slid to
The floor below
As acorned hail
Dropped like cannonballs
And a cool
Sun slivered through
Falls dying days
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 