It’s not all
The leaves that
Turn in fall
It’s the first
That catch my
Eye for they
Herald the change
For me that’s
You that first
Blaze of color
In a sea
Of green catching
All of my
Attention like wafts
Of honeysuckle lavender
In summer or
A quiet wink
Or the surprise
Over the shoulder
Glance and stare
Sometimes in life
We all need
Crutches me I
Needed them for
A decade until
One recent morning
I decided to
Take my life
Back from them
I can’t wait
To descend a
Staircase hang the
Christmas tree star
And dance with
Someone let me
Take your hand
And dip you
Reclaiming ones life
Starts simply quietly
By promising yourself
It’s my life
No one or
Nothing else’s again
At the very
First crack of
Light on the
East like a
Lamp seen on
The floor beneath
The door morning
Starts here with
The sweet delicate
Sounds of birdsongs
Much like you
Start next to
Me opening one
Eye halfway letting
Me see you
Sleepily bathed in
Quiet morning newness
And right then
When you thought
Just maybe that
What you felt
Might be true
Who ever it
Is and so
You changed accepted
Redacted and ignored
All bells and
Whistles warning you
To be careful
Running and jumping
Off the pier
Fear behind you
Until you hit
The icy cold
Bold frozen water
Realizing too late
That chilly people
Cripple warm hearts
What would life
Look like if
We trusted the
Unknown instead of
Filling the known
With things now
We tend to
Anticipate tomorrow as
Though we’re attending
Our own party
Expecting requested gifts
But isn’t tomorrow
A surprise party
We can choose
To either be
Giddy with glee
Or sadly disappointed
We can celebrate
Genuine affection or
Selfishly stack our
Deck assuring satisfaction
I urge you
To live today
And trust tomorrow
Not as certainty
But as an
Unexpected surprise because
It really is
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 