I am thinking
About tonight like
An actor backstage
Getting into wardrobe
Running through lines
Remembering his movements
His motivations wait
Do I have
Have I forgotten
I have rehearsed
This play many
Times before tonight
As I step
Up to your
Door I must
Remember to do
One simple thing
Ring the bell
All the rest
Will come naturally
As though I
Have played this
Part often before
And like the
Harpsichord of Bach
Your toothbrush infused
Good morning wafted
Through the steam
Of a Mozart
Minute as the
Thunder of water
Started like the
Mars from Holst
Moist and toweled
You dropped to
The bed like
The delicate notes
Of Hayden as
Your lips touched
Mine like Rachmaninov
As if things
Couldn’t get worse
I have come
To learn this
That trying things
Is but one
Third of learning
Things the other
Third is feeling
Things and the
Last third is
Understanding these things
So is the
March of your
Lifetime and lifetimes
With each step
Whether it be
Small or grand
Whether it be
Across a day
Or a lifetime
Or many lifetimes
You’ll always arrive
At the place
Where I am
This second to
Last lifetime the
Lifetime of understanding
Like the wished
Upon rain after
Months of dryness
Even a brief
Respite to drought
Is enough to
Renew my hope
Prompting me to
Sharpen my tools
Select my seeds
Hitch my horses
And head to
The bar on
A Friday night
If two people
Are meant to
Meet by destiny
Neither the world
Nor the universe
Is big enough
To keep them
Apart there is
Simply no vastness
Large enough to
Keep these particles
Apart specks they
May be but
It was specks
That created everything
Else we know
And accept now
To be true
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 