Rusty old hinge
kept door closed
the aching sound
worn out knees
filled with rheumatism
was too much
an oil can
found in garage
a few clicks
to the heart
and trust again
I do now
to let breeze
flow through home
Knock
From the attic
I heard knocking
up I went
to discover what
in a box
in a corner
I found what
long ago I
had stored there
staring at it
after a moment
I put it
back where it
always actually belonged
maybe it’s time
Match
A match
such promise
strike it
and watch
it burn
or add
it to
and pray
it grows
but go
it does
down to
little stick
something that
it has
always been
Crumb
A crumb found
by a finger
and cautiously tasted
more or less
curiosity or interest
seeking out more
or discarding rest
be it bed
or even bath
shall we or
better should we
Had
Had I known
that to have
was also enough
I’d spent less
time seeking more
and more time
appreciating the less
but we never
that is until
what little we
have is gone
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 