I think that what’s
Important is the small
Corner of the bigger
World we all live
In such a place
That corner which disappears
Like mist above ponds
Like dreams upon waking
But to us our
Very own tiny corner
Is enough to sweep
To tidy to decorate
And to welcome others
Whose own little corners
Got swallowed up by
This our round world
There is one thing
That I want more
Than anything beneath the
Tree but since I
Don’t have a tree
Maybe you will be
Standing outside my door
On that Christmas morn
There is a point
Of perfection when even
The ocean is balanced
A moment when both
Of the tides strike
Stillness when even the
Seas sleep this is
Contentment when movement stops
It’s the second when
Desire meets happiness like
When two lovers kiss
It’s funny how the
Heart breaks it’s not
That it is fragile
It’s just that life
Like a diamond cutter
Knows or doesn’t know
Where to whack it
Sending what took eons
To create into either
Oblivion or into rarity
I certainly miss you
But I always have
Even when you’re near
Especially when you’re far
And now even more
An adventure is merely
A journey without you
So on I will
Go knowing that one
Day either near or
Far we will pass
And nod and know
That you’re doing you
And I’m doing me
And that we did
And that we might
Do us yet again
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 