Wrinkles are known
As times roadmap
They represent years
Of laughter and
Years of heartbreak
A face with
No wrinkles is
A face that
Hasn’t said a
Goodbye to someone
The last time
Or the hello
To someone thought
To be lost
Look into a
Face with wrinkles
And know that
There are the
Mysteries of life
I imagine you
Preferring not to
Remember for remembering
Brings about pain
Like remembering summer
In the winter
Makes me colder
So in my
Winter I imagine
You as summer
And from the
Dark one scratch
And one flame
Lit a candle
And the room
Glowed as though
The moon broke
Free from late
Night clouds and
I found you
Watching me like
Shoppers mmming at
Freshly baked bread
Knowing even before
Laying down that
You had plans
For us tonight
Adventures and quests
And eventual lullabies
Life is odd
It requires trust
And talent trust
In knowing where
You belong and
Talent to get
You there like
A painter before
A blank canvas
Or a writer
Before a fresh
Page both trust
And talent creates
Something something miraculous
And expressive and
Inviting and worthy
And even if
It’s not the
Best it’s definitely
Something something towards
Your eventual best
And in the
Darkness there out
There far out
There a light
Winked drawing me
Closer tripping stumbling
And falling sometimes
Crawling I knew
That it that
Winking light was
More important than
My own comfort
But the more
That I approached
The farther away
It became and
Then I understood
That far off
Winking light was
Not my goal
But my hope
Calling me forward
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 