Moored off the
Coast surrounded by
The thick dense
Fog of life
A howling horn
Moans warning cliffs
A sweeping beacon
Catches my eye
Prompting me to
Follow my bulky
Oversized hull scrapes
Along the bodies
Of others as
I blindly navigate
Finally breaking free
Dawn rises brightening
My path to
You a white
Tower whose sound
And light welcomes
Me safely home
This is the
Love of friendship
There is a
Far greater beauty
In imperfection than
Perfection I walk
With crutches because
I’m imperfect yet
Who is not
We’re all disabled
My friends it’s
Just that I
Wear mine outside
One day I
Will find one
Thing not many
Things and not
All things and
This one thing
Will sing the
Sweetest melody and
Light the heavens
By the tiniest
Of twinkle and
Make the dolphins
Giggle and leap
And the bear
Stand and roar
One day I
Will find this
One thing you
It’s no surprise
That you returned
Like a dog
Out for run
Muddied and tired
Or like snowdrops
Popping out of
Snowy cold ground
You reappeared now
We never ended
Yet like a
Wet fuse we
Fizzled out instead
Of the Ahhhhh
We said Awwww
Struck again with
Time perhaps now
We fly skyward
Popping to Weeee
On that green
Day came greetings
From far away
I’ll have all
Colors of wine
Which is now
Our own joke
You do see
When two people
Have their own
Silliness that’s repeated
It’s like a
Hatchling flapping wings
Before it’s first
Leap into sky
It’s the hallmark
Of something miraculous
About to happen
A newness of
Being one thing
About to become
Something very else
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 