Having been or
so I thought
the one with
the nickel who
gets to wish
and try and
hope to hook
but alas also
am I one
who is trapped
inside this silly
game of poke
and try but
never won only
to wait for
another coins hope
to try again
SeeSea
The sky
this morning
is ocean
with reef
apparent beyond
touching horizon
and above
white cloud
banks that
hover or
were snagged
by mermaids
or urchins
or even
maybe monsters
begging them
to stay
a little
while longer
and give
promised shelter
for sea
creatures don’t
ever enjoy
being tan
Dish
Life has changed
slowed and quieted
set to simmer
and never boil
those rolling days
they are over
my life now
simply delicately dance
little bubbles appear
in thick sauce
on back burner
like brief surprises
from deep within
some memories float
too to top
asking to be
stirred and combined
only to reappear
when added to
something else entirely
making me the
dish I am
Six
Kettle soap brush
cup kiss sip
these six things
are most mornings
except of course
when you’re not
then it’s five
I still do
six but it
is not returned
but sent out
on love’s winds
to catch you
wherever by surprise
Guest
Standards routines
and discipline
don’t just
apply to
managing life
but also
love too
being haphazard
about love
always results
in chaos
to maintain
the hearts
orderly peace
know what
never veer
and the
who like
a respectful
guest will
come to
your door
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 