Life is a
Progression not a
Procession you don’t
Simply step or
March you see
Try and fail
It’s the little
Things that you’re
Not thinking about
That trip you
Up everything happens
As the result
Of something else
Take a step
Take a moment
And look back
To see how
Far you’ve already
Come then take
Sight on what’s
Next and go
The what we
Are is less
Important than who
Labels schmabels it
Doesn’t really matter
Some things have
No words defining
Them the feeling
Of an icy
Cold drink on
A sultry afternoon
Or a piping
Hot bowl of
Chowder on a
Frigid stormy night
These like us
Are simply called
Oooo’s ahhhh’s uhmm’s
There is a
Peace in knowing
A calm when
Understood like a
Blanket draped over
You on a
Chilly evening or
Catching a falling
Star to be
Gotten and felt
To express and
Be intimate to
Duck ones head
Under the surface
Of affection and
Rise to kindness
This is the
Sun I bathe
In after yesterday
Amongst all the
Creatures the galaxies
The planets the
People amongst the
Eons the chances
That we’d meet
Is small the
Likelihood that we’d
Like each other
Is smaller the
Idea that we’d
Kiss tinier still
This idea that
We’d love each
Other is so
Rare that by
Happenstance it shouldn’t
Happen so what
Are we we’re
The difference that
Only life makes
Purely simply divine
To me laughter
Is the sounds
Of angels a
Giggle a guffaw
A belly laugh
A smile these
Are the sweet
Sounds of Heaven
Come tell me
A funny anecdote
Share with me
A secret and
Let us bathe
Together in paradise
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 