I’m now nothing
more than breath
on a window
drawn with fingers
some days happy
some day meh
a simple little
mirror of mind
sometimes I wipe
it all away
while others I
let it disappear
on its own
edges first then
slowly to the
middle like ice
on a pond
Already
Just how long
is one’s forever
when so much
ever has already
and what can
one even promise
that hasn’t already
been proven just
how many more
of the what’s
and when’s remain
do we make
things anew or
do we use
an eraser and
desperately try to
rub out mistakes
in order to
change the answers
Early
Too early to
wait I will
just for what
I don’t know
maybe a sign
signal or sound
a beep bleep
a light touch
or heavy thump
of some lump
coming to life
Dreams
Dreams don’t happen
they sprout and
spread and bloom
once gained their
blossoms are gathered
into beautiful bouquets
tied with ribbons
given to others
but first seed
a wish for
that and then
Atop
Deep sigh
don’t know
if it
is boredom
or relief
like walking
on top
a fence
one wrong
move and
fate will
become destiny
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 