Now after done
I can relax
reflect and relate
others keep going
but me no
here I’ll sit
for a moment
letting the sigh
of jobs done
disappear with the
dust and dirt
Maybe
A sound
from afar
like ice
in glass
no quieter
a sigh
from long
lost lungs
no purer
ahh yes
the silent
sound that
hope makes
when the
heart laughs
tickle me
then this
Fight
Heels and
ropes may
be comfortable
and safe
places to
hide but
toes are
where one
will win
the fight
Call
I’ve finally learned
that one thing
calls to another
a frame begs
for a picture
a bowl beckons
for its fruit
and a bed
pleads for salvation
eyes and lips
though play two
hands at once
the first words
and the second
almost always desire
Sand
I no longer
walk the beaches
of weak character
those shifting sands
of broken promises
and mind changes
that shift with
whatever front comes
along no longer
seems to be
the only antidote
that balances out
indecisions lethargic lethality
on to grass
I will go
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 