Relationship we have
One ours isn’t
Confining like a
Plastic bag suffocating
And sweating ours
Is cotton and
Wool cooling yet
Warming when the
Worlds heat and
Brisk winds beat
And blow ours
Breathes filling our
Lungs with precious
Air allowing us
To be you
I and We
And now you
Sit in a
Seat on a
Plane coming back
After your trip
Like an adventurer
Standing on bow
Saying goodbye to
The jungles mountains
And arid plains
Back here to
The sleepy city
I wonder how
Long you will
Remain satisfied with
Me knowing that
I offer the
Same exploration here
With my body
My life’s men
Have become like
A series of
Postcards of places
Past filed in
A box called
My heart hidden
In the basement
Of my mind
Sought only when
I’m no longer
Being an explorer
I open it
And look at
Them remembering Curitiba
Or Andes or
Denver or Paris
They each bring
With them memories
Of the mountains
Of shoulders the
Slopes of throats
The bellied pastures
And eyed lakes
Men that have
Been long ago
Like a ghostly
Ship far out
To sea you
Appeared to me
Approaching and finally
Mooring just off
My coast your
Hands moved towards
Me like a jetty
Filled with conquistadors
As you lowered
Your main sail
And laid it
On the floor
Next to bed
Setting anchor you
Decided to stay
And explore me
Your new world
And like a
Tap tap tap
On my shoulder
A message came
Hey there
And so it
Started this beginning
Of a familiar
Path leading me
To the door
Of your heart
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 