Why do I keep
Looking for that which
I will never find
Not that it’s lost
It’s just never been
By virtue of that
Is it a dream
Or is it creation
For everything that is
Was once was not
And then suddenly was
So perhaps even maybe
I will find that
What is in here
Some where out there
Wouldn’t that be marvelous
The closer I get
The less I worry
Like driving in mountains
Serpentine roads that cut
Through towering rock my
Dreams of what’s coming
Just around the bend
Sights I may see
Laughter I might have
Friends I will make
Makes this winding drive
This up over around
It’s very own destination
So so I go
I hear the rain
Wishing it were snow
Rain sounds like heartbeats
Reminding me I’m forgotten
Snow sounds like singing
Reminding me I’m alive
Turning one into another
And always back again
You only ever miss
Something until you can’t
We never really realize
How lucky we are
When we are lucky
We always seem to
Be looking somewhere else
When where we are
And what we’re doing
And who we’re with
Will one day be
Long gone and then
When it’s too late
We will miss now
Then
When ocean is kidnapped
By clouds and carried
Thousands of miles away
And turned into snow
Does it ever know
That its only purpose
Is to witness a
Child’s burgeoning glee seeing
When leaves turn colors
After having enjoyed living
Green during the summer
Does it ever know
That by its fall
Will bring lovers close
Enough for a kiss
In life we go
About being one thing
Until that is we
See that all this
Was never really about
Us but of another
That we most certainly
Will never ever know
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 