And then when
Hope seems lost
A hand reaches
Down and turns
Up your chin
And there smiling
Down upon you
Is your future
Like a bright
Sun breaking through
The leaves of
Despair bathing you
In the light
Of another day
Turn towards its
Smiling face knowing
You are alive
Oh don’t you
Know that it
Takes time for
A bulb to
Become a blossom
Or an acorn
To spread its
Canopy so why
Do we insist
That anything including
Love is immediate
Plant the seeds
Of curiosity water
Them with affection
And after time
A bouquet appears
And while standing
In a crowd
You brushed against
Me by accident
Noticed but brief
Cautious and concerned
I checked for
My wallet but
Discovered that the
Only thing that
You stole was
Simply my heart
And then there
Right before the
Holiday I stood
On my street
Head turned upwards
On that cold
Dark day mouth
Opened awaiting that
First landing of
A snowflake on
My tongue that
Is what meeting
You was like
Just for me
I have finally
Understood my own
Sadness on the
Pursuit of happiness
I have forgotten myself
So concerned about
Others I lost
Track of me
Like setting
A falcon free
Of tether and
Hood I myself
Flew free and
Disappeared like a
Winged dot on
The horizon yet
Knowing at some
Point I’d return
To me of which
I now have
Back to roost
I no longer
Want others I
Simply want me
This is not
Selfish it is
However now Grand
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 