Peek a boo
you know who
is peeking around
the corner or
from behind trees
I thought shadow
or someone shady
it was me
watching and waiting
to be found
seen and heard
Lover
A lover
of words
I write
not because
of reason
or future
or fame
but because
of fate
and the
faithfulness of
true purpose
and destiny
Slow
Tidbits tiny things
little sweets and
those small details
things barely noticed
I often wonder
if we’ve forgotten
just how simple
slow once was
and if ever
we’ll get back
to being that
Carrot
Maybe after all
that’s what it
is this life
hitched up to
a wagon and
tempted forward by
a carrot on
a stick further
along but never
any farther ahead
Thoughts
There’s a different
kind of loneliness
that I’ve felt
it’s the kind
where you’re seen
but never heard
my mind wanders
it looks under
nooks and crannies
it explores and
attempts to describe
and when at
last back I
come very few
I have found
have gone along
most many maybe
all have gone
and I’m left
alone more lonely
than ever before
alone I’ll be
with my thoughts
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 