Rabbits

~ Harlan Didrickson 

I allowed myself to 
Trust others who knew 
Knowing isn’t always better 
For those who know 
Don’t usually always understand 
The mind is wicked 
Corrupted tarnished and acidic 
It twists things into 
Unrecognizable reality it seduces 
Like sirens promising better 
But like rabbits promises 
Elude they duck and 
Dodge and scurry dropping 
Out of sight leaving 
The one chasing to
Wonder where’d it go 
When in the wood
Stop chasing when in 
The wood breathe when 
You finally find yourself 
In the wood remember 
What was it that 
You were chasing and 
Then find it yourself 
Stop chasing the rabbits

6 thoughts on “Rabbits”

  1. Or “you” could realize the rabbit you chased actually led you to a natural place you could breathe and you ended up ok alone and found you could trust yourself which would inevitably help you stop chasing trust and start building it. How about that? Hey there Harlan. 🖖🏻😊

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        1. Poetry to me is a snapshot. A moment captured. A thought. A reflection. Just one of many otherwise missed. I appreciate your comments. Thank you.

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        2. This one is a great snapshot. within the chase of your own poem there is a solution. It’s inside you all along. And you can breathe. So the poet and reader both breathe. Especially after running… how to catch your breath. Very good poem. ❤️

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