Some maybe most
refuse to float
or try flying
preferring to bounce
about getting kicked
and blown around
balloons and beach
balls both being
round except that
beach balls belong
on the ground
and balloons well
are skyward bound
Nothing
Once a long
time ago I
went to Hell
to retrieve a
soul and bring
it safely home
a friend helped
the most startling
about Hell wasn’t
the fire but
its silent anguish
millions upon millions
of open mouths
screaming in despair
and my disbelief
in hearing nothing
Line
The tree line
changes with slope
so it seems
over here sunlight
over there shade
from far away
all looks good
but up close
I can see
nothing ever is
as it appears
Dish
Passed over like
some strange dish
at a bbq
made with love
and with tenderness
opted for instead
a canned familiarity
I guess new
doesn’t beat old
except for when
new is the
older one now
Days
Some days
are just
sunny days
while others
bring storms
so night
is what
I’ve learned
to look
forward to
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 