Never did I
having climbed then
and finally found
and upon seeing
where I’ve been
never to return
for down below
belongs no matter
to me anymore
and this then
matters neither either
being just me
Sighing
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 