I seem to be
Really good at long
Distance things friends lovers
I have often wondered
If maybe I’m a
Black hole invisible in
Space but no I
Think that I’m a
Sun too hot to
Touch too far to
Orbit but just close
Enough to be seen
Wondered about and warming
Since I know that
You’re watching I’m
Going to prance around
And act silly and
Maybe make you laugh
And then fall next
To you and watch
The sun dance through
The orange leaves of
Autumn listening to you
Trying to convince me
That’s my favorite color
I think that most
People do believe that
It’s their duty to
Point out your imperfections
Because it is easier
Than facing their own
It seems that self
Truth is hardest to
Hear the bitterest of
Bitter pills to swallow
They lodge back in
Their throats and spew
It back on others
I imagine that my
Heart is like a
Bus filled with tourists
On their way to
The Vatican each with
It’s own purpose many
To be splendidly wowed
Others for the gelato
A few for blessings
Each elbowing the others
For room some even
Saying mama mia as
They’re pressed like garlic
So many so packed
Believing that there’s something
There at the end
Stuck in the middle
Between hither and nigh
Rock and hard place
The present and past
Squeezed in vices jaws
You simply can’t breathe
There’s that thing over
There that once was
Sweet comfortable and succulent
But has now soured
And this thing here
Plump exciting and promising
Cautious teasing and playful
Turning away from one
And towards the other
Causes a hearts thunderstorm
Cold and warm fronts
Colliding and me the
Kansas town hunkering down
Hoping for the best
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 