After two years
Of daily friendship
After hours of
Secrets wisdom jokes
Teasing and arguing
I’m about to
Meet him something
That should have
Occurred much earlier
But now the
Minutes seem longer
Than the years
Doesn’t a face
Deserve to see
A face doesn’t
A chest deserve
A chest and
A back deserve
The tight embrace
Of a hello
Seeing and hearing
Wanes in comparison
To its feeling
Which comes soon
Sitting here alone
Window seat watching
Clouds float by
Distracted by voices
Behind in front
Catching the occasional
Peel of laughter
Reminding me of
Yours as clouds
Float on by
But this time
You’re in front
Of me out
There beyond clouds
Waiting for me
And the laughter
That I hear
Now high above
Clouds that float
Float on by
Will soon soon
My love be
Replaced by your
Very own glee
As you run
Abandonedly towards me
Beneath the clouds
Don’t we all
At our desks
In a meeting
Or at dinner
Drift silently away
Wondering and wishing
For things or
Someone or with
Things with someone
Don’t we all
Ponder what if
What if when
When will wishes
What if wishes
Until of course
A cough a
Bell a call
Plucks us out
From our dream
Back to whatever
Drum we march
But what if
What if what
And where and
When and how
And with whom
It is quiet
Except for breathing
Coming from you
And Satie playing
This is time
When things stop
And a moment
Becomes a year
When this right
Now goes on
And on until
You turn squinting
Brushing away sleep
Your smile upon
Seeing me is
My breaking dawn
And this time
This year has
Now finally passed
And we’re back
To being ourselves
There’s nothing wrong
With leaving an
Obstacle where it
Is and choosing
A different path
For all paths
Always will converge
At the place
That you were
Eventually meant to
Be this is
Called trusting yourself
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 