And then there amidst
A prairie of wildflowers
I found a weed
And you know what
That weed I found
Was simply plainly beautiful
Not because it was
A weed but because
It was different from
All of the others
Sprouting where you can
Is sometimes all that
It ever takes to
Get noticed never lessen
Who you are by
Who you are amongst
Never mistaken looks
For character for
Looks are simply
A reflection of
Something that once
Was but character
Is the back
Upon which everything
Else is carried
I am saddened
By my epiphany
Many people think
That the ah-ha
Means that whatever
That it was
Is now behind
No it’s not
What an epiphany
Or any ah-ha
Ever really is
Is nothing more
Grand than stubbing
Your big toe
In the darkness
Admitting to yourself
That you knew
All along that
That was there
I leave things behind
I do admit that
So so many things
So many in fact
That people become things
Too it’s not that
I wish to or
Want to or even
That I need to
I just do I
Guess because leaving things
All of these things
That I leave behind
Is because they belong
Where I found them
And frankly they’re not
Mine to take anywhere
I leave them there
Letting others find them
Just like I did
The problem with us
Meeting there not here
Is that there isn’t
Either you or I
It’s someone else’s else
Here is where I
Am and you’re there
Where you are and
Well that other place
Isn’t either of us
So how can we
Possibly be us in
A place that’s neither
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 