An early start
to quiet before
the traffic jams
of to do’s
clog the arteries
of coffee stillness
and when waves
of needs and
attention arise like
magma billowing out
from deep underground
Try
At the end
I tried means
more to the
soul than I
was afraid or
scared ever will
Though(t)
Peace lives
through breath
though it
doesn’t breathe
it’s heard
through smiles
though it
doesn’t laugh
it’s seen
in action
though it
doesn’t move
and peace
is felt
though it
doesn’t touch
Difference
I don’t
talk about
what I
don’t have
I spend
my time
counting what
I do
and that
little difference
has made
all the
difference that’s
ever mattered
Pleasure
I thought I
would be but
I haven’t been
anything at all
not that this
or anything else
at all mattered
meant or made
me into it
tinker poet lover
or thief I’ve
stolen the better
parts of others
turning them into
things of beauty
to my pleasure
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 