If it
were simple
the things
that remained
wouldn’t be
they’d go
the same
way as
those difficult
and dinosaurs
Canyon
Oh abyss
dear void
why must
you tease
me so
promising an
interested ear
but never
a nod
or notice
of anything
I’ve said
I’m going
to make
my way
over to
the canyon
he always
echoes back
Shards
Today feels like
someone took a
hammer to the
mirror I am
sending pieces of
me in all
directions and rather
than gathering the
random pieces together
I see my
reflection or a
bit of it
in each one
Escape
Cup in hand
water on boil
about the room
I slowly go
when out of
my eye’s corner
I spot the
moon breaking free
from her kidnappers
and she glows
with a sigh
of relief moments
before she ducks
behind the mountains
safe at last
Sisters
Gratitude and grace
are demure sisters
who walk together
hand in hand
to and fro
room to room
garden to orchard
making their way
through daily blessings
and affirmations bliss
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 