I’m that last
Child to be
Picked that bruised
Peach at the
Market that broken
Skate and lost
Key at once
Purposed and now
Purposeless I sit
And wait for
Someone to see
Me for what
I can be
Rather than what
I am not
Category: Start/End Relationships
QuiteAnother
And yet again
I am that
Bear the boy
Outgrew the bike
The girl forgot
The letter unopened
And the ornaments
Stowed in attic
I’m the deserted
Baseball field the
Empty beach the
Quiet carnival and
The vacant bigtop
I am alone
Once being something
Now quite another
ComeHome
Sometimes I feel
Like an autumn
Marsh a respite
For birds taking
Refuge in my
Arms as they
Fly onto another
Or a succulent
Blossom sitting pretty
And used for
It’s nectar by
Buzzing plump bumblebees
Oh when will
I be the
Roost or hive
That they return
To after they’re
Finished bobbing about
Growth (to Jay)
There is but
One simple truth
My dear boy
We are either
Growing or we’re
Dying there’s no
Middle ground move
From bear to bike
To car to
Boy and be
Your best self
That’s what you
Have to do
Middle (for Javian)
And like the
Start of one
Thing and the
End of another
Like the warmth
Of summer meeting
The crisp fall
Or the blanket
Of leaves comforted
By snow we
Have met here
In the middle
Of everything else
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 