It’s always been
cackle and quack
moo and whinny
and those side-eyes
cautious and suspicious
that tickle me
you are my
very own barnyard
little ol’ you
little ol’ me
we never knowing
just what is
waiting for us
behind the weathered
doors of hearts
that come galloping
out finally free
grazing and gazing
Month: May 2024
LittleCanoe (for Bean)
Night came as
night always does
these long hours
stretching like window
sill sitting cats
it’s cold outside
the moon though
full not warm
awake and alone
I move closer
mooring myself to
you little canoe
reminding me that
night will pass
into the morning
when the luxury
of you begins
Secret
You told
having said
you didn’t
I being
a monster
I suppose
best hidden
under stairs
but now
they know
mine have
always known
about you
what now
are we
that we’re
no longer
a well
kept secret
Dreams (to Bean)
I’ve run out
of dreams that’s
not to say
I don’t dream
but I don’t
dream about things
and places anymore
or where I
want to go
or who I
want to be
is that what
aging does stop
those precious dreams
and replace them
with just living
living a life
just like I
did before before
I had dreams
that came true
Notes
Piano it’s
always been
what brings
me back
like a
little boy
catching hold
of string
belonging to
a kite
and keeping
it there
a little
while longer
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 