It’s the oddest thing
When others could see
Something so evidently marvelous
Yet we were blind
Hooray they all cheered
While we looked around
Wondering what the fuss
Was all about when
In fact it was
Us they were celebrating
How could we not
See that what we
Were was exactly precisely
What the world wanted
Two men in love
Innocently unaware we were
There is one photograph
Of you standing there
My eyes own adventure
Traveling from your face
To your body back
To your face knowing
That like with each
Row of the oar
I get a little
Bit closer to you
I find great comfort
In knowing you’re there
Like a far off
Land I once visited
I enjoy learning you
And your different ways
Your promises and dreams
But most of all
I like how you
Don’t fit in with
My life you challenge
Me and my ideas
It’s there right then
When I finally know
That my life is
Better promises to be
With you in it
Today has been quiet
A lazy spring day
Filled with sunny windowsills
Comfy pillows on sofas
And cloud bursts that
Left sheets of rain
Sliding down patio doors
And of course us
Watching everything yawning
And turning and forgetting
Those outside things paying
Attention only to this
Lazy Sunday in May
What is only real
Is what is seen
All else is fantasy
A conjuring of mind
Determining good and bad
In order to survive
In past and future
But simply being present
Living in the now
Requires only the eyes
Accepting what is seen
And declaring it beautiful
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 