And like the
Harpsichord of Bach
Your toothbrush infused
Good morning wafted
Through the steam
Of a Mozart
Minute as the
Thunder of water
Started like the
Mars from Holst
Moist and toweled
You dropped to
The bed like
The delicate notes
Of Hayden as
Your lips touched
Mine like Rachmaninov
As if things
Couldn’t get worse
I have come
To learn this
That trying things
Is but one
Third of learning
Things the other
Third is feeling
Things and the
Last third is
Understanding these things
So is the
March of your
Lifetime and lifetimes
With each step
Whether it be
Small or grand
Whether it be
Across a day
Or a lifetime
Or many lifetimes
You’ll always arrive
At the place
Where I am
This second to
Last lifetime the
Lifetime of understanding
And in this
Lifetime after a
Long line of
Lifetimes that have
Dotted history’s landscape
Like tiny snags
In an angora
Sweater I have
Been charged with
A simple task
To meet those
Souls that I
Have loved before
Accept them as
They now are
And remind them
Like a child
That recently tumbled
Of what we
Have been and
Who they are
And tell them
With bittersweet love
That this isn’t
The first time
But will definitely
Be the last
Time we will
Ever be together
Known as the
Souls great breakup
Never to be
Another next time
If two people
Are meant to
Meet by destiny
Neither the world
Nor the universe
Is big enough
To keep them
Apart there is
Simply no vastness
Large enough to
Keep these particles
Apart specks they
May be but
It was specks
That created everything
Else we know
And accept now
To be true
And there we
Sat aging gathering
Dust waiting for
Our turn me
In a humidor
And you on
A shelf sometimes
Picked up studied
But always placed
Back to wait
Neither of us
Knowing each other
Until one snowy
December night when
We met you
Silky slightly tart
Hinting of pepper
Easy on tongue
A highland malt
And me robust
Smoky with hints
Of oak and
Acorn a maduro
And finally meeting
On the sideboard
My ash gray
Your bottle half
Empty thoroughly enjoyed
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 