And yet sometimes
I’m just happy
Like snowflakes falling
Lazily on lawns
And careening like
Icy feathers knowing
That I’m free
At last to
Land
Month: June 2021
Sled
And so the
Sled slid down
The hill absent
Any riders careening
To the bottom
And splintering sending
Pieces in directions
Unable to put
Together remnants I
Decided to sled
Alone knowing that
At least I
Am stronger and
Knowing that I
Can pick myself
Up together unlike
Us the sled
WeWere
And so it
Was said into
A canyon for
The news wasn’t
Echoed but fell
Flat like a
Jumper leaping from
A building but
With less drama
Staring at me
With eyes that
Didn’t recognize you
Simply left unsaid
Now I sit
Silent staring myself
Onto the view
That we were
EarlyMorningUsTime
Awaking to silence
I hear breathing
My own and
Yours as I
Stare into darkness
Grabbing my phone
To write you
Stir have I
Awakened you or
Are you stretching
Like a cat
Turning to me
You drowsily stare
Like a child
Wondering how how
What I’m not
Sure surely knowing
That I write
Then I feel
A kiss on
My chest followed
By a hand
You knowing I’m
Doing what I
Am and me
Knowing what you
Mean to me
PastThePass (to Christopher)
And so we
Made it through
The pass between
Interested and involved
A scary canyon
Filled with uncertainty
Coming out the
Other side avoiding
Boulders of suspicion
And jealousy we’re
Now clear to
The valley of
Possibility of what
We might be
Less frightening and
Calmer we exhale
Knowing that we
Are traversing this
Thing called life
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 