I am now
not a vase
nor a cistern
pool or pond
but the presence
that’s held within
when it’s dry
an absolute empty
a profound nothing
the thing unseen
nada and naught
Do
A jigsaw puzzle
kind of day
where the rain
or promise of
keeps me inside
a fire burns
as the dog
finds his place
warm enough close
and I sit
and study pieces
wondering which one
if any one
fits the other
knowing they do
they always do
Back
A tune familiar
taking me back
further than thought
I can feel
the rain and
smell the Seine
through deep fog
you standing atop
the bridge waiting
amidst the mist
that one moonless
night in Paris
Nothing
The being
of nothing
and nowhere
besides here
a cup
some coffee
and thought
but not
what’s next
but what
is now
for now
is nigh
Lazy
Lazy day
kinda hazy
daisy day
the kind
for flowers
pick and
pluck prune
and preen
finally seen
before the
mower goes
wild tomorrow
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 