Outside of my window
the morning begins with
a growl gears and
motors and even monsters
moving to and fro
all on some mission
surely to conquer something
besides the serenity of
this dawn which they
already have and of
which they will soon
depart already aimed at
someone else’s peacefulness and
I will be left
like those emerging from
the root cellar or
bomb shelter wide eyed
knowing what used to
be is no more
and no longer more
Month: June 2023
TractorCart
There are some days
when everyone seems happy
and interested and welcoming
and then well then
there are some others
when the whole world
seems to be falling
apart as though a
lynch pin wiggled its
way free sending tractor
in one direction and
cart careening into another
which do you attempt
to halt that which
has direction or that
which has absolutely none
I’d let the tractor
go for it will
find its rut and
carry merrily on unaware
I’d chase the cart
for it doesn’t know
where it ever belongs
now on its own
unhitched from the tractor
The cart is up
for one hell of
an adventure I’d say
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 