You only ever miss
Something until you can’t
We never really realize
How lucky we are
When we are lucky
We always seem to
Be looking somewhere else
When where we are
And what we’re doing
And who we’re with
Will one day be
Long gone and then
When it’s too late
We will miss now
Then
When ocean is kidnapped
By clouds and carried
Thousands of miles away
And turned into snow
Does it ever know
That its only purpose
Is to witness a
Child’s burgeoning glee seeing
When leaves turn colors
After having enjoyed living
Green during the summer
Does it ever know
That by its fall
Will bring lovers close
Enough for a kiss
In life we go
About being one thing
Until that is we
See that all this
Was never really about
Us but of another
That we most certainly
Will never ever know
I have spun my
Wishes together combining threads
Of person and place
Into my futures tapestry
To either hang huddle
Or hold against me
But really to share
With another woven therein
I have finally decided
That rather than wait
That I would ask
The Universe for someone
Creator of the Universe
Appear before me this
A Spanish pianist composer
In his early forties
Intense shy and passionate
Whose fingers speak music
Whereas mine speak words
And together create songs
Telling of mysteries and
Of adventures taken or
Simply quietly wished upon
At the point of
The candles last flicker
And our first sunrise
Let us talk images
What do you see
Let your mind wander
Like beach scouring children
Picking up sparkly things
And declaring them treasure
Let your mind go
Don’t hold it back
Wander and wonder rifle
Through its nookish crannies
And discover trinkets only
That imagination will recognize
Be that child again
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 