Often when I lose
something I think about
where I might’ve left
it not really considering
it lost rather misplaced
after remembering I do
return to where I’d
abandoned it confident that
there I’d find it
Sometimes it is there
oftentimes it is not
Unlike most people I
halt my search then
accepting that what’s lost
is gone and belongs
to someone or someplace
else no longer mine
I guess what I’m
trying to say is
please don’t come back
to me my love
stay where you are
there amongst the lost
once gone is enough
Month: August 2023
OnBeing
Being
Being who you are
not who you want
admitting that this way
is less than that
understanding that over there
is an uphill climb
whereas this is flat
very few ever do
heroes and adventurers alike
have never been born
they have made themselves
into what you see
by accepting their being
Being
ThatSound
And it was then
that I knew that
we were not finished
because of what reminded
me of you it
was the quietest whisper
something that without silence
would have gone missing
I was sitting alone
and drinking my coffee
and without a thought
drew my thumb down
across the lip of
the cup and the
sound at first faint
but when repeated reminded
me of the sound
of your front door
bell that very first
time I ever rang
NoMas
There’s a log jam
The recently fallen trees
of my thoughts have
floated down river and
gathered near the dam
of my hands caught
there and piling up
not making it to
the freedom of fingers
So I wait watching
and wondering which if
any will slam into
the pile forcing the
others further down stream
and onto these pages
but for now I
sit and wait and
watch and think impatiently
IceFishing
I sometimes think that
dating is a lot
like ice fishing you
get all bundled up
stagger out onto ice
cut a hole drop
a line and wait
and wait and wait
Then comes a nibble
then comes a bite
up the line goes
and nothing but a
bare hook so off
you go having done
nothing but feed the
fishes it’s always been
about the fishes and
never ever about you
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 