Some people just know
He’s one for me
Knows where to land
Both tickle and punch
Not that he’s quick
Or even very precise
But I lower hands
And expose my flesh
And off he goes
Playing whack a mole
With my outstretched chin
And my naked feet
And oh of course
My heart and mind
He’s naturally my boo
My corner man too
I miss somebody not
Someone and not everyone
Somebody heretofore yet unknown
That somebody who might
Turn into that someone
But then of course
I’ll miss him too
I guess that it’s
Me that I miss
Me most of all
Change is coming I
Can feel it everything
Can yes even us
Things have cooled going
From hot to chilling
Soon the edges will
Entertain ice and will
Creep over everything this
Is how everything goes
At first shiveringly thin
Eventually barren and lost
Drawing lines in sand
Creating boundaries protecting same
Doesn’t make me mean
It makes me stronger
I have learned this
At my own expense
And another’s wealth while
Leaving hearts pockets empty
It shall be this
And not like that
Strength is one thing
And power is another
Power is taken or
Assigned it is corrupt
It demeans and disgusts
But strength burns in
The hearts of righteousness
It is the flame
That attracts and drives
It will overcome power
Strength is the hope
Taking back what’s stolen
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 