And finally after
my walk through
the wilderness and
finally after my
journey through the
needle’s eye and
finally after I
accepted my humility
after many years
I finally emerged
feeling a hot
shower and clean
clothes and sighed
thinking how good
normal finally feels
Month: September 2023
Later
What to write
what to write
when there’s nothing
left to say
when nothing inspires
me sitting here
finally admitting my
lack of passion
I stumble back
into the bedroom
lift the covers
pulling you close
now the match
has been struck
igniting my flame
rats
if only my
typewriter could fit
in the bed
later my friends
Unscratched
I know what
not certain who
I know where
not certain when
it’s the why
that I don’t
it’s the why
that startles me
and starts me
chasing desire down
the rabbit hole
like a ferret
desire to catch
and then consume
and to discard
emerging now victorious
no less sated
I shall dismiss
this devilish why
it’s an itch
best left unscratched
Photograph
A simple photograph
haunts me now
of some forgotten
man it whispers
here I am
like a cricket
he is calling
come find me
like a squeak
I look everywhere
and under everything
I try closets
pushing away coats
and beneath stairs
no one’s there
does he exist
certain he does
dropping into chair
I trace fingers
across the photograph
my fingers remember
that which my
mind now cannot
Chill
Even arms
are beginning
to plump
going from
moist slickness
to wool
and hands
from fingers
to palms
two things
bring this
chill about
fall and
the thought
of losing
that love
thought had
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 