The day stretches
a winding river
through the valley
of quiet night
carrying with it
boulders of change
chilled by snow
fallen high above
these stones scrape
the daylights weariness
finally sinking down
into hot springs
of bath and
a robust Malbec
opposite of you
and in front
of your foot
whose toes taunt
this little piggy
went to market
Maestro
To lead quietly
and by example
is to conduct
life’s own symphony
allowing each person
to play their
own separate part
in perfect harmony
with each other
and in that
disappear in silence
Worth
By and
for and
on behalf
of others
but now
myself has
unlocked mysteries
of life
and love
heretofore ignored
focusing now
on my
self worth
instead of
validating attention
Nibble
It’s now this
time of day
when missing what
casts its long
shadow as day
draws to close
and low sun
brings with it
this dark reflection
as though I’ve
been sitting dockside
pole in hand
hoping for at
least the nibble
of someone’s curiosity
Back
And like almost
anything once lost
things find their
way back wearier
sure for finding
back is always
harder than finding
front for front
faces the street
and back is
hidden behind things
like trash bins
and secret doors
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 