Appearing to be
Like the sun
Two things happening
When we are
Together almost always
First the spring
Following the winter
The unexpected blossoms
Of our smiles
Budding and stretching
Across our faces
And then the
Cloudbursts of laughter
The simple downpour
Of saturating happiness
Oh and again
The gnawing started
That sweet cicada
Song of summer
That raspy buzzing
Sound that takes
Me all the
Way back then
Remember those days
Those melodious memories
Cocktails and stars
And those fireworks
Off the pier
Many years ago
All those were
Long before we
Ever even knew
Who we were
Or would become
Separate each other
Dogged summer days
As brittle as
All the photographs
Kept in books
All those days
So long ago
Sometimes in life
When we stay
Where we are
We miss things
If we move
Just an inch
This way or
That we do
Get impacted by
People like small
Meteor showers and
Falling stars the
Important thing is
To know when
To move there
And it’s usually
When we least
Expect it yet
That one little
Inch changes us
Forever and ever
Not grand gestures
Just an inch
Just like rain
Is to flowers
The sun is
To the moon
The shadow is
To moss and
The cold is
To snow so
Is love to
People in the
Universe there is
Love abundance so
Try to give
It freely and
Often for no
One one can
Ever have enough
Nor will anyone
Ever run out
Give it freely
And as often
As is possible
Even while suffering
For it is
Yours to spread
About and yours
To also harvest
Love love always
A yolk surrounded
By white hung
Above flanked by
Strips of clouds
Shards of sunlight
Like shredded paper
Grew long on
The shadowed street
Glints of sun
Danced on bumpers
Just like candlelight
Green and browned
Lawns appeared like
Sprawling checker boards
Birdsong returned calls
Outside my window
Like far-off radios
At long last
The sun returned
Here to Charlotte
Bringing with it
This Sunday morning
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 