Let’s leave this
One untitled because
After all it
Was a mirage
A semblance of
Something but the
Closer that I
Got the quicker
It disappeared it
Provided hope I
Suppose pleasure too
To some extent
Like shooting a
Birdie or bowling
A strike after
Not having played
In a while
But I learned
That the wars
Of love are
Indeed no place
For the cowards
And the children
Okay we shared
Something maybe lots
Of some things
We dined upon
The table that
We are tasted
The forbidden fruits
And they were
Succulent and delicious
And deeply satisfying
And when finished
We pushed away
And went back
To our lives
And whatever we
Do call it
There’s one thing
We can’t deny
We’d dine there
Again because it
Was so good
Why must we
Always label things
It is said
So that we
Create our world
A child sees
Points and says
Dada and mama
And even now
We enjoy someone
And still point
And still say
Boyfriend or lover
Partner or husband
But did God
Upon seeing creation
Point and say
Looky there galaxies
And the stars
And everything else
Or did He
Sit back saying
Wow isn’t that
Just simply marvelous
After the years
And years of
The wars of
My life I
Just want to
Find a stranger
Sitting on a
Bench in front
Of a lake
As the sun
Sets one that
Hands me espresso
Saying to me
I’ve been waiting
For you to
Finish your folly
And just sit
Here with me
I just knew
Which is why
I didn’t want
I didn’t want
To eventually know
Because I knew
That this knowing
Would be worse
Than never knowing
And sometimes wondering
Is often adequate
Wondering fuels wanting
Whereas knowing only
Ignites the needing
And once needing
Something knowing and
Wondering and wanting
Aren’t ever enough
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 