The hardest thing to
Admit to yourself at
Any given time is
How little anyone cares
I don’t expect to
Be rescued I don’t
Expect the Calvary to
Arrive but would it
Hurt to have one
Good Samaritan ask me
Why oh why Lord
Has the whole world
Become so horribly selfish
I have spun my
Wishes together combining threads
Of person and place
Into my futures tapestry
To either hang huddle
Or hold against me
But really to share
With another woven therein
I have finally decided
That rather than wait
That I would ask
The Universe for someone
Creator of the Universe
Appear before me this
A Spanish pianist composer
In his early forties
Intense shy and passionate
Whose fingers speak music
Whereas mine speak words
And together create songs
Telling of mysteries and
Of adventures taken or
Simply quietly wished upon
At the point of
The candles last flicker
And our first sunrise
Never quote someone else
They had their say
Think always for yourself
For words are creation
And always remember this
It’s not important who
Said something it’s only
Important that it’s said
Each and every time
That words are born
Gives meaning to life
I am in limbo
One foot over here
And the other there
I’m a fence sitter
And a wall flower
A packet of seeds
Waiting to be planted
An ear of corn
Boiled buttered and salted
Just waiting just waiting
For the scratchy announcement
Over the loud speakers
Goodbyes have been said
It’s time to depart
And to say hello’s
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 