Once again like
Being tickled by
A funny anecdote
Your messages made
Me giggle like
Buttery chins seen
By early summer
Dandelions and paratroopers
Spinning after being
Blown from spent
Past cat tails
Your words returned
The glee of
My childhood memories
And we met
And made dreams
Buildings and moats
With shovels and
Pails like small
Handed children digging
Into beach sand
Long before growing
Up and sitting
Across from me
As you are
Hands now trace
The love lines
Of each other
And then I
Really realized that
The lover that
I sought was
Me that I
Was the present
Present to be
Given and opened
That what I
Sought was here
And then the
World opened like
Origami doves that
Leapt into worlds
And I saw
For the first
Time the abundance
Of beauty love
And miracles that
This all is
Once I just
Simply knew me
There are constants
In life like
The sun and
Moon the seasons
Migration and then
There’s us we
Are simply not
We are lucky
Both in life
And love live
Your best life
And love as
Often as you
Can for in
This world we
Are temporary while
The rest is
Magnificently grandly eternal
Spring has once
Again returned here
Trees are popping
April buds like
Crackers at Christmas
And Daffodils Tulips
And early Daisies
Dance in yards
Like robed choir
Singers at Baptist
Sunday church service
Irises and Peonies
Begin to yawn
With short stalks
Of leafy green
Like barren flagpoles
Saul is bashfully
Warm like the
Blushing cheeks of
Teenagers at their
First mixed dance
This is today
Here in Charlotte
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 