Month: January 2022

Friends đź«‚

~ Harlan Didrickson

And as I

Took that one

Last fateful step

Wading farther out

Then ever before

The sandbar gave

Way to canyon

Pulling me under

With only the

Filtering shimmering sun

Showing me which

Direction was up

Like a whale

Cold darkness tried

To swallow me

But my legs

And arms flailed

In panic of

Dying rising me

Higher until at

Last I popped

Like a bobber

Above the water

When hope cast

As a rope

Was thrown by

Friends to me

And they and

Not me brought

Me back to

Them for yes

I had wandered

Foolishly beyond myself

But they knew

Where I belonged

Tasting

~ Harlan Didrickson

This is my

Absolute favorite part

Slowly languidly playfully

Getting to know

Someone like ordering

Something from the

Menu based on

Pictures and then

When served and

Tasted being wowed

Or disappointed but

Always always surprised

Learning then that

Pictures seduce eyes

But the flavor

That someone is

Can only ever

Be enjoyed after

Each delicious bite

Repartee (to Alex)

~ Harlan Didrickson

There is this

Way that we

Talk like cooking

Together gathering this

And that dicing

And then tossing

Them to boil

The intoxicating aromas

Of ideas simmering

Like playing a

Lazy game of

Catch lobbing ideas

At one another

Like a baseball

As we sit

Down to devour

This thing that

We created together

A saucy repartee

MetaphorHorse (for Alex)

~ Harlan Didrickson

And someone did

At long last

Use my words

To contact me

Like the echo

In the canyon

Bumpity bump bump

Typed came back

Like a letter

Returned to sender

And I knew

That these words

That I write

Found their way

Finally to another

How many times

Have you been

Thrown from a

Horse he asked

A horse never

A metaphor horse

Far too many

Times I replied

And what do

You do then

He cautiously asked

I walk back

To the paddock

To find another

Far less ornery

I replied laughing

One like me

He shyly asked

One like you

I said trotting

Hopefully once again

AlwaysLookAhead

~ Harlan Didrickson

As I age

And more things

Appear behind me

Like missed exits

I am confident

That things remain

Still in front

Yet to be

Explored and discovered

And like that

One little leaf

Way out there

On skinny branches

I do know

In order to

Find anything new

I must then

Choose to remain

Always looking ahead

And never content

With things behind