In life there
Is who you
Are and there
Is what you
Were meant to
Be
Like a hatchling
Fresh and new
Happy to live
In the nest
Suddenly realizing flight
Knowing then that
A bird is
What it was
Meant to always
Be
Month: June 2021
Auger (to Zeke)
And talk we
Did like birds
On a wire
This discovery of
Each other like
Scouring a crime
Scene for clues
Led from one
Topic to another
Like hunting dogs
Catching one scent
After the next
Drilling down we
Did taking pebbles
Of life out
Of each other
Like the augers
Of natural attraction
WheelWell (for Zeke)
And there it
Was an adventure
A piece of
Your car hanging
Like a dead
Carcass of something
That you plowed
Over unable to
Move you surgically
Removed it with
Scissors and on
Our way we
Went happier because
We not you
Climbed the smallest
Mountain I’ve seen
BirdHuman
I have never
Seen two birds
Bump into each
Other in flight
We were lucky
Then to be
Humans instead of
Birds weren’t we
River (to Christopher)
And it came
As a surprise
A video call
From you after
A silent week
Like a river
Thawing under April
Sun the chatter
Flowed quietly as
Trickles at first
Then torrents of
Laughter and teasing
Awakened again alive
We seemed to
Grow back into
One another rolling
Like the majestic
River we are
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 