I just saw a
Photo of someone else
Who I thought was
You but I knew
Wasn’t but the pangs
Of missing you reminded
Me of just how
Much I really do
Month: August 2022
Class
I could teach a
Master class in loving
Having done it often
But damn each time
That I finally learn
One I either pass
Or fail I guess
That learning to love
Is something that no
One ever graduates from
Because each new person
Is its own subject
Distance
Why oh why for
God’s sake why why
Are the best ones
Always so far away
Is it that distance
Denies what might be
Loving at arms length
Maybe when they’re there
The idea of here
Of actual intimacy of
The hot and cold
Of our running water
Remains what it is
And not the tepid
Temperature that relationships become
*Sigh
And just like that
It happened the hope
That had been buried
Deep in the ground
Erupted in yellows reds
Blues and pure whites
Like a cascade of
Spring flowers all yawning
Saying here I am
As promised after winters
Heavy blanket of loneliness
But will anyone notice
Oh hey hi there
Stop that it tickles
And then snap pluck
And off I go
Once again someone’s bouquet
*sigh
Trust
It’s hard to find
The good in people
When goodness itself is
Based solely on trust
If we can’t believe
Yet ridicule our poorest
Begging for scraps how
Can we ever trust
Others looking for love
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 