Having crawled
back from
the abyss
and having
been one
to have
fallen in
I know
too well
the voice
of friends
from above
hey you
got this
prayers don’t
always come
from within
Month: September 2023
Throat
The throat
more than
just pillar
atop which
sits Venus
connects that
which I
tickle to
that which
I hold
and there
is where
I land
moist whispers
and like
a drawbridge
sometimes keeping
in and
sometimes letting
out allies
and adversaries
Pattern
One leg two
woven they are
together like threads
from different mills
one deeply dark
the other light
crisscrossing the loom
our bed is
at once atop
and then below
creating a pattern
this heavenly print
only ever seen
from high above
by the angels
Wings
I like a
hatchling discovering wings
I know not
what they do
these strange things
they do something
that I’m certain
but just what
I know not
like my lips
for they sit
and have sat
on my face
but until yours
they didn’t know
and as the
wind is to
wings so are
your lips mine
Prayer
There is this
moment when I
forget the past
having already lived
and the future
but a dream
has not yet
even been born
this moment heralds
like the porch
light of soul
come home boy
it’s dark now
time for sleep
this day done
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 