Being one thing
Is one thing
Being another is
Often very scary
But change is
Very stable like
Water to ice
However before you
Can be something
Else you must
Exhaust the first
That’s where the
Pain lies once
You’ve become the
Something else life
Does get easier
After the storms
Of you swept
Through soaking everything
And uprooting even
My oldest oaks
The sun broke
Free I’m following
It across the
Sky rather than
Chasing you and
Your silly rainbows
Like a child
Books in hand
I sit waiting
Tapping and wondering
If I’m forgotten
Like a dog
By the gate
Watching for the
School bus crest
The hill yonder
Hoping it’s soon
Like the driver
Caught running late
In snarly traffic
Watching his watch
Time slipping by
This is me
Rapunzel in tower
Dreaming of that
One thing that
Will rescue me
Not from what
I am but
Will make me
Surely what I
I could be
Sometimes in life
If we’re lucky
We meet someone
That is empty
That is capable
Of absorbing us
Taking away strife
Once filled with
Us they mirror
Allowing us to
See just ourselves
It’s a tremendous
Gift because we
Then fall in
Love with us
Then they us
They are magical
You to me
When I write
Words take my
Hands and pull
Me to the
Dance floor they
Spin me and
Dip they tease
Me with the
Harmonies of their
Melodies they whisper
Into my ear
I’m all yours
My love let
Us waltz and
Samba and be
Together right here
Gleefully exhausted I
Slump and begin
To do this
Now to you
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 