I find myself in
An odd place a
Place where my heart
Having long belonged to
Another road weary tired
Of trying to navigate
The ruts of relationship
And there in the
Distance a new person
Freshly paved and lit
A road absent of
Bumps and of potholes
It is odd this
Not the decision but
Of the idea of
Leaving behind what I
Know for something that
I know I don’t
Month: February 2023
Thaw
And then the thaw
Arrived upon the gutters
Of my winter home
The low warm sun
At first focusing upon
Icicles in the form
Of interest and laughter
Which caused a drip
Drip drip then streaks
Against the hearts windowpane
The chill of winter
Giving way to the
Promise of the spring
Of affection and touch
Of eyes and smiles
And the long forgotten
Warmth of a body
Waking up close to
Mine next to me
SoGoes
Over and over again
I am so reminded
That when I look
I never do find
But when I sit
Patiently waiting things come
Much like geese on
The pond when approached
They scatter and flee
But when left alone
They seek out me
So also goes love
Wick (for Jadon)
And he wanted light
From within his darkness
But the flame wouldn’t
Reach the burnt wick
For it had already
Burned already given that
Which it had to
Give and now older
Sat as something else
Besides what it was
Meant to be until
Imagination trust and ingenuity
Fashioned a longer flame
Bringing both the candle
And the man back
To their own magic
Darkness
There is a point
When in extreme darkness
That one becomes used
To not being able
Not being able to
See not being able
To move not being
Able to anything really
This is when we
Agree that almost anything
That catches our attention
Becomes the thing rescuing
And yet it’s not
Its always been there
You never needed it
Before now so why
Assign anything more to
It than what it
Is your way out
Sometimes we are that
And sometimes we just
Need that don’t be
Fooled by something or
Someone that approaches you
From inside yours or
Even their own darkness
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 