I dreamt last night
Of dying me specifically
It alarmed me to
The point of waking
I myself am not
Yet dying but a
Part of me is
And that I’m certain
Whichever part it is
Is no longer needed
Soon to be abandoned
Like a kerchief after
A cold like a
Tear once upon laughter
And perhaps an overcoat
Once my spring arrives
Oh I wish that
I could but no
That like so many
Other things won’t be
They all were once
Then and back there
But here and now
Things are definitely different
So goes ones life
No more permanent as
The sand which skitters
And blows stopping here
For a while creating
Dunes upon which to
Climb and declare owned
That is until tomorrow
When time’s wind’s flatten
It into a beach
The eastern Rockies sky
Looks like its west
A cloud bank stretches
From pane to pane
Atop which hovers delicately
Foamy white like icing
A few loose strands
Like almost invisible threads
Or perhaps even lint
Or shedded dog hair
Comes and goes as
Quickly and with little
Desire of staying like
Visitors to a hospital
And now as the
Sun makes its appearance
Low and deep all
Of it turns crimson
On this the twenty-first
Of December in Denver
I wish I had
The answers but no
I have the questions
The answers come only
As the sun does
After the rain stops
I had to live
Their life in order
For my soul to
Understand for you see
Unlike most of you
Who’s lives are about
Living life my life
Is about my soul
Learning it’s not new
Or better or blessed
It is however common
To those seeking enlightenment
Our souls each walk
Their own individual path
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 