I’m foggy today
my mind lumbering
like a giant
drunk on grog
weaving this way
and that way
bumping into memories
over here and
losses over there
hopefully finding some
way to finally
sit sobering up
having a cup
of hot hope
with a dollop
of sweet dreams
Category: Morning
G’Morning
And the mountains appear
in the far off
distance like a fleet
of side by side
ships ready for battle
emerging from the gloom
like a pack of
big black wolves stalking
unaware sheep languidly grazing
or like the backs
of sleeping giants at
last awakened by dawn
CloudsHeavenBound
And now just then
the same ghost clouds
begin to turn white
at the edges as
though their menial sins
have been forgiven as
blessings return to ashen
souls as the blood
begins to course once
again taking gray to
white slowly patiently on
their way to Heaven
NightClouds
Night clouds hang eerily
in the sky like
dusty drapes or patient
parents after school waiting
I call these clouds
ghost clouds barely moving
hardly alive hanging around
to see what’s next
for them like souls
chained to the earth
not knowing whether they
are alive or dead
Morning
Morning is a magical
time for me when
people and ghosts rest
it is eerily quiet
serene and peaceful before
everyone awakens and turns
calm into selfish scurrying
pursuit a great time
of intimacy and exposure
when all of us
whether lion or mouse
stirs moves and ambles
shaking off the dust
of our dreams before
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 