Here then sitting
in this silence
when no one
but me sighs
and in sighing
saying more to
the same silence
than all the
other words that
I had ever
said to you
during the noise
Meaning
If I
am anything
at all
it’s but
a bunch
of words
but you
my love
you are
my punctuation
Hand
Does dark
turn black
or does
time dilute
it gray
a milky
kind of
musty matter
wiped aside
and away
with the
back of
a hand
Once
This slow time
that low time
when an almost
seems more likely
as hand grabs
a leaving arm
and eyes plea
then trail behind
all that’s left
are the footprints
of some fragrance
and the once
that made was
Endings
When cast overboard
and into sea
a drowning man
will clutch onto
anything that floats
unlike the condemned
man whose head
when it’s placed
in the noose
will look skyward
surely knowing where
he is going
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 