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
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
And now the
Angels sing songs
Of lullaby’s in
Haydn and Mozart
They tink sweetly
In my heart
Like a tap
On crystal stems
Like the sound
I imagine of
A dew drop
Bouncing off a
Rose petal or
The sound of
Falling leaves as
They land softly
On a carpet
Of amber these
Are the sounds
Of nature that
We hear if
Only we listen
Now you’re back
With him like
A lost dog
I found wandering
And enjoyed returned
To his master
We romped and
Ran wrestled and
Rested in prairies
Of lavender though
I’m now alone
I know that
You’re heart is
Singing tail wagging
At being home
And now you
Sit in a
Seat on a
Plane coming back
After your trip
Like an adventurer
Standing on bow
Saying goodbye to
The jungles mountains
And arid plains
Back here to
The sleepy city
I wonder how
Long you will
Remain satisfied with
Me knowing that
I offer the
Same exploration here
With my body
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 