Immediately after the wars
all I wanted was
to remain quiet on
the hillside and think
no no not think
more distance myself from
those things that I
had done before I
sought some solitude and
now that I’ve been
away from the campaigns
I’ve begun to wonder
so what is next
I guess once a
warrior always a warrior
fighting others or myself
Month: June 2023
Close
Sometimes you can’t see
but you just know
I know that there
are mountains out there
even though fog conceals
them I know that
you love me though
distance separates us like
angry parents keeping us
apart oh I know
time is different than
distance distance is how
far away something is
while time spent together
tells me just how
close we actually are
Hands
I remember your hands
as they held mine
I remember feeling them
sudsy and warm under
the tap as we
washed in the kitchen
I remember noticing them
wind their way through
my hair turning my
face towards your kiss
I remember your hands
slipping free from mine
that last and final
time that we parted
COMorn
The foothills are laid
out in front of
me like lounging calico
cats speckled by cloudy
sunlight that dots highlights
and shadows different parts
of the same coat
Boulder to the north
Golden way out west
Pueblo down south ring
Denver like the halos
of the Rockies angels
Bean’s
And away he is
home or somewhere else
as precious as home
where he was raised
and where memories remain
He is of land
of earth and tree
of animal and sun
All gods to him
to which he prays
and takes and uses
thanks and is grateful
his world’s not mine
mine is of words
his is of work
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 