Standing here at
The station watching
So many trains
Go by checking
Checking and checking
My watch again
Waiting then hoping
Then once realizing
That this journey
Is mine alone
I’ll leave you
Here right where
I found you
Because you belong
Here not me
Good bye Bean
We knew almost
Almost immediately that
We knew each
Other before then
When we were
Different but the
Same that somehow
This time we
Remembered then when
Things were exactly
The way today
Skipping stones almost
Always skip before
They dive into
Where they belong
It’s the small
Things that amuse
Me a sleepy
Kitten purring or
The hysterical lapping
Tongue of an
Anxious wiggling puppy
Or snow drops
Popping through late
April snow and
Even mid-July cloudbursts
That give rise
To steamy streets
But most of
All it’s your
Just-about-to-sleep nighttime riddles
That tickle me
I tend to
Think about the
Inconsequential silly things
Paper bags and
Rubber bands and
Oh yes life
And love nothing
Important really until
You need them
But until you
Do all you
Ever see is
Them every where
Why is that
What is left
After the anger
Disappears probably the
Same things left
Behind by the
Tide a Galaxy
Of sparkling stones
Begging you to
Take notice now
Because tomorrow they
Will all disappear
Beneath something else
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 