And so you said
So what’s what’s so
I asked followed by
So when’s so what
So where and how
Was so what so
What and who was
So that made me
Nothing more than that
What’s so did he
Make you feel so
Much more than my
What’s so that I
Became just so what
So what to you
And like returning to
The highland getaway cabin
After a particularly devastating
Winter I stare upon
The blank page upon
Where I would go
To hide from coldness
Arms where I found
Comfort lips where I
Sought refuge laughter which
Blocked out the blinding
Heated light of despair
Only to find them
All gone these revelers
Once the wine and
Warmth turned to ash
One day I hope
That someone will read
These words and wish
That they’d been written
And read to him
I do get tired
Talking to the flowers
That sprouted from seeds
That I had planted
Just once I wish
That a flower would
Talk to me knowing
That it seeing me
Is what makes me
Into a beautiful poem
Joy comes in flavors
Dark chocolate French vanilla
Mocha vanilla pistachio and
Strawberry I have tried
Them all believe me
I don’t prefer one
Over another I prefer
Them all with nuts
Of course my bad
Oh that was so
So very very bad
There is this distinction 
Of which I’m exploring
I’ll call it disconnection
We live in a
World of greed and
Selfishness of scarcity and
Desire yet one who
Wishes to promote selflessness
Often finds himself exhausted
Out there giving and
Offering and causing and
Trying to quench and
Feed people uncertain as
To what they want
Because they want everything
When the selfless person
Disconnects he himself doesn’t
Become selfish but rather
Available to those seeking
What he can offer
It promotes a sense
Of abundance for those
People looking for it
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 