Imagine being a
Fish that just
Took the bait
And is being
Reeled in while
Seeing an eagle
Over head and
Wishing if I
Must be caught
Why couldn’t it
Be up there
Soaring rather than
Way down here
In a boat
Category: Bean
Wading
It is in
These wee cool
Hours before dawn
While I wade
In the shallows
Of my emotions
And feel the
Small fish and
Salamanders nip and
Brush against me
Tickling and dancing
Knowing they are
There simply by
Feeling them near
Isn’t that love
Curiosity and happenstance
And the chance
Of brief affection
Let those come
And touch you
Always
All I can
Promise you my
Young friend is
Nothing more than
Me to simply
Be your shadow
Even at night
Just close your
Eyes and I’m
Right with you
Have no fear
Because I’m here
WeCallLove
I have finally
Learned that my
Heart never breaks
Like a movie
Or train ticket
It is punched
Over and over
And over again
Now full of
Holes incapable of
Containing anything it’s
Become a sieve
From which my
Light now shines
Attracting even more
Funny this thing
We call love
Tears
There’s that oh
So precious moment
When I hear
Something I remember
And sitting there
Anywhere really there
You are with
Me and out
They come these
Tears welling up
And cascading down
My cheeks smiling
Through them excusing
Myself conscious to
Others sipping my
Espresso and recalling
Just the many
Many simple things
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 