I write to
Write like every
Animal breathes to
Live I discard
This piece or
That poem as
Quickly as dirty
Diapers but you
Oh you scoop
Them up keeping
Them knowing that
There are fortunes
To be read
In them every
Dreamer needs the
Cover of shade
Sometimes and you
Muenster are my
Big outstretched oak
And like a
Letter to Santa
I prayed to
The Universe to
Bring me a
New boyfriend lo
And behold just
There beneath the
Christmas tree of
My heart I
Found presents a
Friend like a
Favorite ornament bringing
Laughter and like
A mystery date
Game yet to
Be played a
New suitor both
Of which I
Will try trying
To decide which
One I will
Keep tried and
True or shiny
And brand new
I don’t care
Who it is
Or where they
Are this thing
Called Christmas touches
Everyone in its
Own unique way
For me it’s
All about giving
For others it’s
Receiving but for
Most most of
All it’s about
Family however you
Ever define that
Black white red
Or yellow old
Young or in
Between gay straight
Or somewhere in
The middle these
Are just colors
Or numbers or
Desires but what
Bonds one to
The other is
Always what can’t
Be seen or
Counted or enjoyed
It’s simply purely
Love and respect
It’s these invisible
Things that matters
Most and binds
Have you ever
Seen those domino
Tricks where you
Knock one down
And there’s a
Cavalcade of toppling
Blocks imagine if
One in the
Middle was missing
Or anywhere for
That matter then
What would become
Of the glee
The same thing
Would happen if
You got your
Wish to be
Someone anyone else
If you’re not
Who you are
Then everyone else
That you’ve ever
Touched simply couldn’t
Be whoever they
Have ever been
Maybe your life
Is hard now
But imagine just
How hard all
Those else’s lives
Would be without
You in them
And so on
And so on
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 