Like a child
Mesmerized by his
Bounty of gifts
Stacked beneath the
Tree or like
The guests intoxicated
By the wafting
Aromas of turkey
Stuffing yams and
Pie billowing from
Warm kitchens dreaming
Of pants busting
Meals I am
Thinking of you
On this particularly
Cold Carolina morning
And there it
Was my future
Piercing through the
Heavy canopies of
My past illuminating
My path with
Each step out
Of the darkness
It led me
To a glen
Brimming with possibilities
Which are you
My solemn darkness
Or my sunlight
Imagine if you
Will being born
One way and
Suddenly realizing that
You’re really something
Very very else
Like a wolf
Raised as a
Wolf and then
Discovering that you
Are a lamb
Upon which to
Feed instead of
Being the one
To be fed
This is you
My dear boy
And from afar
A whisper echoed
I’d like to
See you soon
Funny thing is
I answered is
That I’ve been
Here all along
It’s just that
You’ve been looking
In every direction
Except towards me
Asleep he is
Next to me
Dreaming about other
Things than me
Am I the
Lucky one looking
Upon him here
Or is he
Free of me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 