Just saw a
Fly get caught
In spiders web
And finally understood
Why the goodbye
You felt curious
And then caught
Cautious and then
Quietly painfully seduced
Struggling still you
Tried in vain
But in my
Web you remained
With nothing to
Do but die
I could have
Freed you but
Instead watched you
Struggle until goodbye
Slipped by and
I knew that
You didn’t belong
Just to me
A leaf falls
So does heart
Leaping from one
Place to another
Being one thing
And then another
Change brings surprise
Caution stays behind
Find someone after
You leap for
There you’ll find
All the newness
I wonder what
If we were
Happy having what
We have rather
Than wanting what
We don’t I
Wonder if there’d
Be less conflict
And more acceptance
I’m happy with
What I don’t
Have satisfied in
Knowing that my
Baggage is only
Filled with those
Things and people
Important to me
The sun hits
The tree tops
Like foamy crests
On ocean waves
All white and
Rolling as the
Sun moves higher
Into the sky
Tree trunks lean
Like firewood against
Each other and
Oh the smell
Of earth bathes
My nostrils there
A damp coolness
Like a refrigerator
Door opening in
July on the
Forest floor as
Dew streaks all
The car windows
Cardinals sing from
Bushes and treetops
Calling their forever
Mate that’s bobbing
From line to
Post like a
Telegraph message morning
Hasn’t arrived though
You can see
It’s puffs of
Yellow like a
Steam locomotive just
Beyond the hill
As no more
Than a thousand
Crickets coming off
Third shift wish
A warm goodnight
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 