All I can
Promise you my
Young friend is
Nothing more than
Me to simply
Be your shadow
Even at night
Just close your
Eyes and I’m
Right with you
Have no fear
Because I’m here
Category: Childhood
ThisDay
The sky is
A work in-progress
Blue canvas spattered
Gray chaotic and
Lacking the definition
Of anything finished
It’s a torrent
Of cloudy rumors
Swirling about uncertain
Of its truth
Hazy like Pittsburgh
When steel mills
Billowed noxious smoke
Covering everything everyone
In light soot
Oh these mornings
Make everything turn
Away roll over
Trying to forget
That this day
Ever really started
CloudyMorn
Sky rain plump
Saturated clouds like
Sudsy sponges bob
About above me
Saul is tucked
Behind like hands
In gray ovenmitts
All is still
As though everything
Waits for the
Bad news of
The day this
Reminds me of
The soggy days
Of San Francisco
ComeFindMe
And there spying
I did see
Out there and
Far away a
Dot a smudge
A blemish on
The looking glass
High on cliffs
I did see
Something far off
And different not
An island or
Land but something
And that something
Gave me hope
Not for me
But for it
Because I knew
Where I was
Precisely exactly where
And certainly it
Was looking sailing
Searching for me
ThisMorning
Like tented nights
Telling scary stories
Flashlight under chin
This morning’s sun
Uplights the clouds
Turning them the
Softest soft downy
And fluffy pink
Jagged gray cliffs
Bully the horizon
Frightening the willows
Into a curtsy
Plane tale lines
Scratch high above
Appearing and disappearing
Like invisible ink
Or whispered passwords
Two lone birds
Sing sweet harmonies
As the steamy
Furries rise above
My coffee cup
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 