I love
morning most
when hope
and happiness
slowly trickles
and tickles
and fingers
find flesh
and hands
their home
this quiet
without question
Three
Today marks three
just a few
more than one
or a couple
it’s the beginning
of a pattern
or the end
of an achievement
not a gaggle
or a group
maybe a clique
this three though
will go unnoticed
like little eggs
in a nest
Lava
An early start
to quiet before
the traffic jams
of to do’s
clog the arteries
of coffee stillness
and when waves
of needs and
attention arise like
magma billowing out
from deep underground
Try
At the end
I tried means
more to the
soul than I
was afraid or
scared ever will
Though(t)
Peace lives
through breath
though it
doesn’t breathe
it’s heard
through smiles
though it
doesn’t laugh
it’s seen
in action
though it
doesn’t move
and peace
is felt
though it
doesn’t touch
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 