It wasn’t like I
Thought that it’d be
Much less than fanfare
More like gaining weight
Rather than it thundering
It just quietly called
A hey you there
Not you yeah you
Want to be mine
And finally finally after
The fear of not
Of maybe never forever
You picked me to
Be on your team
It’s hard to admit
That you are old
Done chasing and ready
To sit and remember
The first things to
Float are those hoped
Forgotten that sting bite
And buzz about obnoxiously
Next the lily pads
Tethered to something deeper
But seeing their beauty
As they open up
And finally clear water
Which is nothing actually
Actually it is nothing
Which are my fondest
Peaceful memories of all
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
I saw you last
Night again last night
Not really met you
But certainly saw you
Sitting across from me
Just sitting here talking
And somewhere between work
And life between cereal
And juice it happened
The normal cadence of
Things when two things
Only know one thing
And that thing happens
I will meet you
One day until then
What I do know
About love is that
Love is the fabric
Of the Universe and
That each time that
You love someone else
You are picking up
Another thread with which
To weave your life
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 