I’m tired of hawking
Myself like a used
Car salesman hoping that
The promise of adventure
Overwhelms the scars of
Battles already fought the
Dings of blows landed
The rickitiness of a
Life already lived there’s
Something to be said
Of those things that
Have returned from war
We have seen things
And already been there
To places that no
One wishes to go
Yet no one cares
And off they go
All shiny and new
And if they’re lucky
Will find themselves here
One day like me
The world relies on
Would could or should
Thinly veiled words of
Wishes thoughts of maybes
And options and convenience
Ideas conjured from not
Quite good enoughs hitching
People to the back
Of horse’s rather than
Letting them ride too
There’s an unspoken hierarchy
A better than thou
A you’re lucky to
Get even this much
If you’re giving me
So little with a
Promise for more keep
What you have you
Need it for yourself
I’m fine over here
Two wolves one mountain
Two faces similar howls
Echo or each other
Meant to attract or
Warn symbolizing their territory
A crack a brush
And then a scent
Carried on winters winds
To dissuade or entice
Not food but foe
Perhaps friend maybe mate
Caution but not fear
For both knows the
Other knows but not
Circling and then growling
Paws outstretched and then
Touch and finally brothers
Once again and forever
Now running then chasing
And eventually sleeping and
Keeping each other warm
Now no more loneliness
Our hearts see what
Our eyes often cannot
Our bodies carry us
Ours souls then converse
The only trusted way
To go about our
Business is obviously blindly
I met a man
Recently and by accident
Passing through my town
Gone from his holiday
On his way home
Here for the night
And we just talked
Like two weary travelers
On the road of
Life recalling our adventures
Definitely a chance meeting
Which has now carried
On to more days
Of conversation as though
Hearts stopped to rest
In a most unlikely
Place but known to
Souls as hopes wayside
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 