The sky resembles
The chalk laden
Blackboard of my
Youth that had
Yet to be
Wiped with a
Wet shammy damp
Deerskin that wipes
The mistakes of
Yesterday and cleans
The board to
Pristine kind of
Like New Years
When last year
Is wiped away
Ready for 2021
Celebrate this world
Next year will
Be better I
Promise every one.
And with one
Hand I pulled
Myself from sleep
For with the
Other I was
Holding you there
Unsure which was
The nightmare here
Awake and alone
Or there asleep
Knowing that you
Were the one
Dreaming of me
Remember those birds
That are caged
See those that
Fly as odd
Just be you
And don’t worry
About the others
Let them be
As they you
Not knowing what
You want is
Different than getting
What you don’t
One is active
The other passive
Either chase or
Choose choosing is
Horrible and lends
Itself to heartache
Chasing is active
Exhausting and difficult
Showing you what
You and your
Life is worth
Simply to another
Capture or lose
You flattered someone
What’s the difference
Between hard soft
Touch perhaps but
No it’s sound
Or better hear
We hear that
Which serves us
The other fodder
What if we
Listened to fodder
And heard truth
Think for a
Moment everything that
You might have
Missed listening for
The one thing
You’d never hear
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 