I have grown
Weary of exploring
I have scaled
The mountains swam
The rivers sailed
The oceans crawled
Through jungles and
Settled with indiginies
Now home I
Sit in my
Little house perched
High on top
Telescope and map
And old photographs
Next to me
Pointing to there
And there to
Him and him
Knowing that I
Have been there
But happiest I
Am here alone
In a house
On a hill
I just didn’t
I didn’t want
To find me
I wanted someone
Shiny and new
Like a car
Or a bicycle
One that was
Free from dents
And rust of
Which age belongs
And after years
Of shiny new
I discovered my
Love for age
Someone with life
Experience with history
And gut wrenching
Disappointments someone like
Me that lived
This crazy thing
Called life and
Can remember and
Share and laugh
About these things
That we understand
Because we’re classics
We decided not
To meet yesterday
And like planes
Grounded due to
Weather we retreated
To the gates
Of our homes
Where we did
Meet the old
Fashioned way via
Telephone and enjoyed
Three marvelous hours
Just like as
If we’d met
At the airport
Face to face
Had been delayed
But our bags
Containing laughter secrets
And stories made
It after all
I am thinking
About tonight like
An actor backstage
Getting into wardrobe
Running through lines
Remembering his movements
His motivations wait
Do I have
Have I forgotten
I have rehearsed
This play many
Times before tonight
As I step
Up to your
Door I must
Remember to do
One simple thing
Ring the bell
All the rest
Will come naturally
As though I
Have played this
Part often before
And like the
Harpsichord of Bach
Your toothbrush infused
Good morning wafted
Through the steam
Of a Mozart
Minute as the
Thunder of water
Started like the
Mars from Holst
Moist and toweled
You dropped to
The bed like
The delicate notes
Of Hayden as
Your lips touched
Mine like Rachmaninov
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 