And then it
Came the blame
Not so much
A bark but
A quiet whimper
Almost like fall
Winds rustling through
The dried leaves
We had become
Ownership of over
And finally done
So unlike the
Blaze that decimated
Each of us
At the beginning
Time for winter
Now to heal
And await spring
There are two
Things that I
Hate most of
All the first
Kiss and the
Last the first
Because it’s never
As good as
Expected and the
Last because it’s
Never ever as
Good as the
Very first one
And just then
After the digging
And pailing and
Sculpting and dreaming
And building and
Coveting an unforeseen
Storm rolls in
And as much
You protect and
Scoop and try
To keep what
Was yours you
Suddenly realize that
It never was
That you were
Just borrowing it
For a time
Sitting here today
I’m present to
Lost and found
Something lost can
Be found again
But by then
It’s too late
Either you’ve discovered
A replacement or
You’ve learned to
Do without it
Keep important things
Close to you
Because once they’re
Gone they are
Gone for good
As you move
Farther away from
The thing that
You called home
The smaller it
Becomes until you
Arrive some place
Else and it
Gains your importance
Home is never
Where you were
It is always
Where you are
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 