There are two cars
which always arrive separately
one then the other
into the dark parking
lot next to me
one driver gets out
and climbs into the
other for an hour
doing I imagine that
very same thing with
clandestine driver number two
Category: Curiosity
Photograph
A simple photograph
haunts me now
of some forgotten
man it whispers
here I am
like a cricket
he is calling
come find me
like a squeak
I look everywhere
and under everything
I try closets
pushing away coats
and beneath stairs
no one’s there
does he exist
certain he does
dropping into chair
I trace fingers
across the photograph
my fingers remember
that which my
mind now cannot
Men
Where’d the men go
Did they march off
to some war of
which I was unaware
Were they beamed up
into some alien craft
and swept far away
to some distant planet
to propagate that place
Where did they go
Being a man meant
something once and not
what so many think
What did it mean
Go ask your fathers
father and his father
and his and his
for men have been
gone for a long
time before yesterday and
even longer than today
And I’m wholly uncertain
if they’ll ever return
having been lost to
war or another place
It’s often the wisest man who speaks the fewest words and the idiot who rambles on entertaining himself with his own.
See
I maintain that what
we see is the
result of what we
wish and what we
wish is what we
want and what we
want is what our
hearts see so what
we have has always
been what our hearts
desire if you want
change then have the
courage to see it
for neither the eyes
nor the heart are
blind one doesn’t need
eyesight to possess vision
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 