It’s hard to admit
That you are old
Done chasing and ready
To sit and remember
The first things to
Float are those hoped
Forgotten that sting bite
And buzz about obnoxiously
Next the lily pads
Tethered to something deeper
But seeing their beauty
As they open up
And finally clear water
Which is nothing actually
Actually it is nothing
Which are my fondest
Peaceful memories of all
As a poet I
Often wonder as I
Wander about my business
If I like dinosaurs
Know or ever knew
That I or mine
Will one day be
Extinct that one day
And maybe this day
We will no longer
Write or roam leaving
Others to wander wondering
Where’d they all go
There’s comfort in knowing
Someone else well like
Knowing somewhere else well
The hole in walls
Places with the best
Of all the things
Hidden to the others
Arms lips food drink
Somewhere someone knows you
So well just enough
Some people just know
He’s one for me
Knows where to land
Both tickle and punch
Not that he’s quick
Or even very precise
But I lower hands
And expose my flesh
And off he goes
Playing whack a mole
With my outstretched chin
And my naked feet
And oh of course
My heart and mind
He’s naturally my boo
My corner man too
I miss somebody not
Someone and not everyone
Somebody heretofore yet unknown
That somebody who might
Turn into that someone
But then of course
I’ll miss him too
I guess that it’s
Me that I miss
Me most of all
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 