And when things happen
Whether good or bad
It’s not the thing
That defines the man
But what he does
After the thing happened
Some try to forget
While others even forgive
Some carry on gaily
A few do stop
The thing that matters
Most isn’t right after
It’s what happens after
What happened right after
That defines the man
Always do your best
I find great comfort
In knowing you’re there
Like a far off
Land I once visited
I enjoy learning you
And your different ways
Your promises and dreams
But most of all
I like how you
Don’t fit in with
My life you challenge
Me and my ideas
It’s there right then
When I finally know
That my life is
Better promises to be
With you in it
Sometimes after a long
Day your voice envelopes
Me like a hot
Bath or warm blanket
Or a flickering candle
Making the wars of
Life disappear I run
To it drag myself
To it accept it
As my reward for
Doing all the things
I’d rather not do
I keep getting distracted
By people or love
I will keep this
Short writing more tomorrow
When one or both
Will blossom or wither
Today has been quiet
A lazy spring day
Filled with sunny windowsills
Comfy pillows on sofas
And cloud bursts that
Left sheets of rain
Sliding down patio doors
And of course us
Watching everything yawning
And turning and forgetting
Those outside things paying
Attention only to this
Lazy Sunday in May
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 