I have finally decided
That rather than wait
That I would ask
The Universe for someone
Creator of the Universe
Appear before me this
A Spanish pianist composer
In his early forties
Intense shy and passionate
Whose fingers speak music
Whereas mine speak words
And together create songs
Telling of mysteries and
Of adventures taken or
Simply quietly wished upon
At the point of
The candles last flicker
And our first sunrise
Never quote someone else
They had their say
Think always for yourself
For words are creation
And always remember this
It’s not important who
Said something it’s only
Important that it’s said
Each and every time
That words are born
Gives meaning to life
I am in limbo
One foot over here
And the other there
I’m a fence sitter
And a wall flower
A packet of seeds
Waiting to be planted
An ear of corn
Boiled buttered and salted
Just waiting just waiting
For the scratchy announcement
Over the loud speakers
Goodbyes have been said
It’s time to depart
And to say hello’s
Let us talk images
What do you see
Let your mind wander
Like beach scouring children
Picking up sparkly things
And declaring them treasure
Let your mind go
Don’t hold it back
Wander and wonder rifle
Through its nookish crannies
And discover trinkets only
That imagination will recognize
Be that child again
To know yourself is
To know God itself
For whatever you imagine
Can be by simply
Seeing it before it’s
Seen by others trust
That what you see
Is real and go
Find it or make
It so for those
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 