Like a stick
Of red gum
You popped into
My life questions
Came next followed
By surprise how
Do you know
I don’t I
Sense just like
A dog smells
And hears knowing
Belongs to God
Sensing to me
Month: August 2020
Warm (to Bean)
It is not
That I miss
You it’s just
That the tiny
Filaments of your
Life have been
Spun into the
Fabric of mine
In time I
Will simply tuck
You away safely
In the corner
Of my closet
But until then
I will wear
You for you
Keep me warm
NewDay
Last night’s harvest
Moon strolled slowly
Across the navy
Sky like beaming
Furloughed Sunday soldiers
Licking starlight snowcones
Then dipping delicately
Into the west
Like the toes
Of fancy women
Into languid ponds
This morning’s sky
Is a ruptured
Smooth peach alabaster
Whose marbled veins
Show white blue
Breaking into my
Room quiet thieves
Bring not take
This new day
Once lovers now
Friends we remember
These early mornings
Today as though
They were yesterday
YoungOld (to Hunter)
Be sure to
Be young when
You’re young and
Old when you’re
Old for each
Has its own
Charm and grace
Neither to be
Missed or envied
Bring joy to
Others as you
Are however and
Whenever you are
Trust
Last when I
Spoke to God
He said two
Things to me
Which I didn’t
Understand yet trusted
Let him go
Let him be
Sometimes you never
Realize their meanings
Until after you’ve
Passed through the
Storms eye and
Are delivered new
God didn’t suggest
Saying good bye
He meant as
You have him
Nor did He
Mean silence but
As he is
Trust in Him
And just the
Things He says
He knows peace
Best and precisely
What it takes
To get there
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 