Hope doesn’t blossom
it doesn’t grow
hope simply shines
and it shows
the very steps
that the strong
have walked before
and with each
it will take
not to go
but to get
Neither
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 