At this point in your life, young man, you are accumulating: stories, experiences and things. At this point in my life, young man, I am discarding: stories, experiences and things. Your job is to live your life. My job is to remember, release and relax in order to float up to Heaven.
Category: Family
Fireworks
I do so enjoy
this time of day
these last few hours
of the long night
of twinkling far off
street lights of the
darkest of dark skies
of this deep dense
thick and unyielding black
I am an onlooker
awaiting like reveling children
on our Independence Day
for the skies to
open in an explosion
of this new day
Men
Where’d the men go
Did they march off
to some war of
which I was unaware
Were they beamed up
into some alien craft
and swept far away
to some distant planet
to propagate that place
Where did they go
Being a man meant
something once and not
what so many think
What did it mean
Go ask your fathers
father and his father
and his and his
for men have been
gone for a long
time before yesterday and
even longer than today
And I’m wholly uncertain
if they’ll ever return
having been lost to
war or another place
MorningsBallet
With coffee on board
and dressed in jammies
I settle down to
watch the kaleidoscope morning
sky spin and twirl
with the same unabashed
excitement as schoolgirl
ballet performers unashamedly free
if I listen closely
enough I can hear
giggles of glee as
the clouds open to
sunlight like those same
children’s smiles upon hearing
the applause from parents
and siblings and friends
Oh that coffee’s hot
What a marvelous morning
UpThere
I dreamt things again
things that never were
or maybe were once
somewhere else not here
Maybe our sleeping minds
is where life lived
once upon a time
and now those lives
are stored up there
in a dusty old
attic atop the stairs
that no one climbs
up there best forgotten
until we sleep when
we no longer can
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 