And like dishes
And cups and
Plates we threw
What we were
At each other
Breaking and splintering
Everything to shards
Amidst the heap
We knew then
That the Humpty
Dumpty of us
Lay at feet
Months then passed
We moved on
And now like
A boomerang that
We tossed we
Return better for
The flight than
The crashing landing
Of the dishes
That we were
I feel like
A billiard game
Setup and broke
Apart by ones
That look like
Me but have
Selfish purpose it
Aims and collides
Sending me sailing
Off others and
Out of play
Until all of
Me is spent
Then I’m silent
The game over
Then at once
Racked up again
And sent careening
Just like meteors
A philosophy says
That each of
Us has three
True loves in
Life usually the
First is yourself
Only then can
You truly love
Another in my
Case I loved
First wandering in
The wilderness and
Finally loved me
It was a
Path of which
I don’t recommend
Concentrate on you
First and dance
There with you
Before you step
On another’s toes
The funny part
And one which
Most don’t get
Is that life
Works itself out
Oh we spend
So much time
Entertaining and chasing
These dreams that
We make up
That we miss
The simple things
That life gives
Take that deep
Breath kiss that
Child pet that
Puppy and sip
That steamy espresso
It’s in those
Senses where you’ll
Find most sense
And it came
Like a cautious
Step on a
Freshly iced pond
His voice from
Afar hesitant tentative
Like the hand
Of a child
To the jowls
Of sleeping dogs
It was not
What I expected
Or dreamed or
Thought it’d be
It was simply
A new stranger
Once again asking
For some time
Absent the cacophony
The bombshell barrage
Of our last
Campaign months ago
It is now
Peace time now
A time to
Collect the dead
And start over
Just as friends
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 