I remember simpler times
Times when what we
Knew was limited and
What we didn’t was
Found in books and
Imaginations tucked deeply away
On lonely dark shelves
Today knowledge is immediate
But wisdom whether about
Another or a thing
Requires time and experience
The mind is an
Entitled child taking discarding
Barely opened things but
The heart from where
Wisdom flows is ever
But an elder rocking
On a porch somewhere
Recalling recounting and remembering
The wrongs they did
And yes once again
I had my nightmares
Of greed and power
But they weren’t mine
I simply facilitated them
By my own dis-sins
Of disinterest and disloyalty
Dishonesty and disturbance
Disprove disarm and disgrace
Distant dislike and disappoint
Aren’t we all culprits
In crimes we allow
By disavowing the disemboweling
Of our own countrymen
Stand up stand together
And always stand strong
Against those who oppress
I’ve always been blessed
But patience wasn’t included
I’m not sure why
Patience like other virtues
Like forgiveness and love
Seem to slowly blossom
Like late season hydrangeas
And remain long after
Our simple beauty fades
Perhaps late season virtues
Are those which carry
Us to Heavens gate
And let us in
Feeling like heavy crude
Freshly pumped from the
Wells of my nighttime
My mind needs refining
To remove the skeletal
Dreams laid waste there
Crushed by life’s pressure
And sifted through coffee
Causing me to cuckoo
Good morning to friends
Sometimes I do think
That when we argue
We aren’t pulling away
But rather pushing closer
Like earths tectonic plates
That when words fly
We’re doing nothing more
Than figuring out how
We can comfortably lay
Closer together not apart
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 