Maybe I missed
be it arrow
or maybe call
to find out
that it’s over
before it began
I thought we
engine and caboose
chugging right along
around the bend
into the valley
high above sea
until looking back
I noticed that
you were no
longer behind me
Day
This gray cold
never gets old
through the fog
I can log
my very steps
as I schlep
like some villain
fog or cloud
this mountain shroud
it even obscures
the soupy cure
of days bright
now dimmed sunlight
I mountain man
Quench
Longing for what
is that isn’t
yearning for what
has never been
both are musings
of things missing
one of thirst
the other hunger
a simple sip
will never satisfy
a tiny morsel
will never sate
oh such sorrow
this slow suffering
of love’s starvation
Star (for John G)
I don’t
ask to
be your
universe I’d
settle for
being just
one star
upon which
you make
your wish
Storm
Run and hide
but this is
not a game
but survival strategy
until such time
as all clear
has cautiously sounded
and even then
eyes scan skies
then check body
following limbs to
fingers and toes
all here too
still one piece
it always comes
from darkening clouds
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 