To me people I
See on the apps
Are seedlings full of
Promise but wholly unable
To bear any fruit
And when there are
So many I know
That few will become
Anything because most will
Get trampled beneath the
Hooves of the unaware
And of the selfish
Month: March 2023
Life
And as I watch
The eastern horizon lighten
While sleepily scoop pour
And percolate the coffee
In this moment of
Dawn I am reminded
What life really means
It’s the little things
All the little things
Like sunrise and coffee
And kissing you awake
That makes my life
To me worth living
LaughterReturned
I am now ready
To finally once again
Smile and laugh at
My life’s folly it’s
Hard to laugh sometimes
At ones stupidity when
Stupidity turns into life
But like winter if
One waits long enough
Even glaciers begin to
Thaw bringing back though
Scarred ones precious humor
Rain
And then it came
News like drought rains
At first dropping then
Dripping and finally running
This news whilst welcome
Yielded floods and torrents
The power to change
Dry creek beds into
Rivers and better lives
Returning me to harvest
After three long years
Of cloud gathering hope
Yesterday it finally rained
Pond (for Jadon)
The tap tap tap
Of life always requires
That the old guard
Make room for new
Yes those who are
Older possess reflection we
Know where the ponds
Are but it will
Always be the young
Who find the swing
In order to dive
Headlong into this life
And make their splash
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 