You can’t
poke holes
into water
any more
than you
can poke
holes into
my peace
while what
you used
will shine
it will
slowly dull
but I
will continue
to glisten
like crystal
Month: June 2026
Beach
I don’t swim
but rather dip
or maybe wade
in the chaos
sure of footing
retreat I will
free from waves
that start far
offshore and take
their drama out
on those unaware
Abound
Knowing that there’s
nothing to do
this quiet pause
brings its relief
in a boat
having rowed out
into the channel
ripples in wake
calm in front
and peace abound
Hollows
Many seek
few find
the emptiness
they often
view hollows
in wood
or forest
as places
where the
monsters hide
but noise
and distractions
and chaos
are the
real lairs
and dens
of demons
Barker
Hawking myself
like some
sideshow carnival
barker promising
odd wonders
and amusement
I again
download apps
thinking that
this town
time will
be different
and my
empty pockets
will fill
with promises
of strangers
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 