Dry

~ Harlan Didrickson 

I’m just being 
quiet like snow 
a few tinks 
maybe some clinks
but mostly I’m
just being quiet 
thoughts come thoughts 
go like drifts
that gather here 
and go there 
and finally away 
like dimples in
blankets or waves 
in the sea
seen then not 
thought then nary
remembered hardly not
dry again this 
glass this pen
and this heart