Two feet
and upright
Zen talks
about standing
on ones
own absent
of attention
one straw
in a
never ending
field of
yellow wheat
and the
brush of
the hush
Fears
Fears frequently
are little
more than
friends who
are unmade
so sit
with yours
oh they
have secrets
such that
you have
never heard
Sublime
We spend all
of our lives
gathering and making
all to what
sit in some
nest high above
and wonder what
goes on below
take flight friend
chase the clouds
and come up
empty when you
finally do land
because there’s nothing
any more sublime
Shave
Badger stone
and steel
add cream
and whip
like so
many men
have before
shaky hand
one small
move across
the throat
could end
it all
or cause
the softness
of a
baby’s behind
Blink (for Mikey)
I’m only
if anything
anywhere today
right now
this moment
that blink
everything else
I think
goes gone
and this
then too
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 