I wonder if
the trees remember
I wonder if
they ever think
now where’d they
go that they
haven’t been back
whether it’s leaves
or lovers beneath
I wonder if
when I look
upon the trees
if they remember
for I do
I most certainly
do remember them
such are trees
Category: Friendship
LetMeThisOnce
Let me paint you
draw you with words
as I remember you
not as you are
a long elegant plank
of deep rich ebony
found deep within tree
hiding there behind others
blemished of course front
and back with two
ivory burls that almost
blink as sun catches
and a velvety hand
which all but cascades
like the rain itself
into the deep pools
of your darkened hips
and what’s found there
disappears into cloudy blackness
but what I remember
most is the warmth
whilst I lay upon
as though your timber
absorbed the sun itself
ImagineAutumn
I imagine you
and us here
having once been
you and us
here well maybe
I imagine many
things such as
an eternal Autumn
one whose colors
last forever whose
chill begs warmth
whose naked limbs
once leaf clothed
now pleads embrace
I imagine many
things including you
and your leaves
and me falling
Seesaw
And then there’s this
one Erik Satie song
which whenever I hear
it I think of
us it’s simple and
elegant lazy yet purposeful
it’s our own seesaw
and just like us
goes up and down
going up and down
often filled with laughter
sometimes demands but always
we are just children
playing as children do
OnePlace
I imagine you here
here where you’ve been
but now your space
out there lies empty
it’s always out there
where I notice you
not there or here
where I am but
I know one place
you will always be
it’s that one place
no one ever sees
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 