There are certain
rituals men have
for me one
of my favorites
is the elegant
brush soap razor
it’s the anticipation
I think that
reminds me of
my father’s face
seen in mirror
miles above me
sitting on the
floor at feet
and this tradition
I now carry
but now it’s
you standing in
the doorway wearing
my last night’s
shirt smelling of
me coffee cup
in hand giggling
ohh you guys
trying to be
all grown up
and just as
quickly as a
flytrap snapping shut
I pull you
in covering your
face with soap
saying and now
you are too
Category: Friendship
Bench
At this point
in my life
having done plenty
and experienced lots
I am looking
for a park
bench to share
with a stranger
at first and
who slowly becomes
a good friend
after having lived
now all I
want to do
is patiently listen
to someone else’s
stories and songs
TreeVsLeaf
It’s funny now
that I think
about my life
how people admire
my own wanderlust
and my freedom
to just go
but there’s something
to be said
for being the
tree rather than
the rolling leaf
oh sure being
a leaf has
its good days
but having been
everywhere often means
having been nowhere
really really nowhere
that means anything
but being a
tree means being
somewhere somewhere forever
and that somewhere
is always there
Relationship
And then there’s
eyesight and then
there is vision
one imagines while
the other creates
I imagined you
and you in
turn created us
And that one
beach day I
imagined a city
made of sand
and while I
sat in shade
you baked in
sun building it
this is what
a relationship is
and neither one
of us is
ever less but
rather effortlessly slide
between being the
painter and painting
Kite (to Muenster🪁)
I moved from where
I was to where
I am for only
one thing to be
near my best friend
We’d met many decades
before when just boys
but even then we
knew the strength of
the string that connects
the kite to ground
it may be long
and may fly high
may get tangled and
may even get lost
but always comes home
eventually to fly again
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 