Sometimes the deepest
Hole offers the
Most amazing silence
The entire world
Is up there
Scurrying dashing about
But me oh
Me I’m down
Here resting wiping
My brow content
Before I start
Digging even deeper
Certain that I
Will come out
On the other
Side of this
Rather than digging
Yet another hole
Yesterday was filled
With sunshine and
Frivolity like I
Was sitting at
A cafe near
The Seine people
Watching while enjoying
A sparkling aperitif
It was you
There are days
When I feel
Like an oak
And other days
When I feel
Like a willow
There are days
When I feel
Like a lion
And other days
When I feel
Like a mouse
But most days
I feel like
A river winding
Its way past
Boulders over mountains
And into valleys
On my way
To the sea
Sometimes in life
Even sturdy things
Like hickory or
Walnut credenzas require
A face lift
Veneer is applied
A thin often
Gilded or shiny
Layer of freshness
To give the
Appearance of newness
However that which
Allows the new
Is still old
Sturdy and strong
Such are the
Things that older
Younger relationships are
Frequently made of
Watching you there
Rifling through drawers
Looking for something
Misplaced or wanted
Moving from cupboard
Over to wardrobe
And back again
Finally close enough
That the trap
Of my arms
Spring tightly shut
Catching your body
In warm embrace
Here in bedroom
In my very
Own sculpture garden
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 