In my neighborhood
there’s a mother
to more than
her daughter she’s
a mother to
whomever is hungry
be they Crips
or Bloods and
in her kitchen
on Sunday evenings
they put away
their guns and
differences and eat
I think that
they then realized
as do I
that despite being
enemies on street
when in home
and specifically kitchen
we are indeed
one big family
Category: Friendship
Truth
The truth avoids
but when spoken
it becomes more
it heralds and
announces that something
more will come
it always turns
the tables it
always illuminates darkness
and it always
shows the way
back to where
you belong or
maybe even started
the truth is
where you began
and it’s never
where you are
ParisMorning
There’s this one
song which reminds
me of you
you and me
when in Paris
on a cold
morning pulled together
just enough money
to buy just
one espresso and
one chocolate croissant
and we shared
both of them
huddled closely together
next to the
Seine and under
that one tiny
red striped awning
naming the place
but like the
song and place
I cannot remember
their names but
who and what
and where then
I’ll always remember
that soggy simple
silly Paris morning
UsuallyThen
It is usually
now well usually
now because then
is what I
usually think about
when I’m thinking
usually about anything
It’s then that
I think about
then that pulls
and yanks me
away from now
because it’s then
that I think
about when now
is nothing more
than just now
who wants now
when that then
is always better
Ice
I know
I do
I think
maybe hope
that you
do too
it’s that
gap that
makes things
like this
even possible
questions questions
this gap
that I
speak of
causes us
to either
stay away
or draw
ever closer
just like
the edge
of ice
at the
waters edge
does one
dare to
step or
simply wait
until one
knows that
it can
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 