And like a piano
Solo melody the high
Notes seem to tease
The lumbering lows that
Like children at recess
Whistles of the highs
Like completely boiled kettles
Scream as thumpity gurgle
Of percolating coffee lulls
The s-s-s-izzling of bacon
And the shish-shish scraping
Of buttered knife edges
Back country snow skis
Slowly open your eyes
Like one lazy wink
Of Pandora the cat
And this is morning
In our little home
It is often said
The more you mourn
The longer they stay
Moored to this earth
By the weight of
Your sorrow unchain their
Pain and attach balloons
Of joy and happiness
Letting them float away
As high as the
Sky and well beyond
I don’t know who
You are but only
Where you are and
Knowing that allows me
To kinda know you
Just a little bit
Know this I see
When you read me
And know this too
Even though we don’t
Know each other you
Know a very very
Special part of me
So whomever you are
In this big world
You are my friend
Oh now come on
Who doesn’t want a
Super power to be
Able to do things
Others cannot the only
Difference between a super
Power and an abomination
Is a person’s desire
To have be do
Even if you’re born
That very special way
Wisdom does not age
Wisdom comes from empathy
For those who never
Feel will never know
Wisdom rises from seeds
Sown through our lifetimes
Reaped not when harvested
But when quietly listened
Wisdom is the wind
To some it cools
To most it blows
To all it moves
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 