And there we
Sat aging gathering
Dust waiting for
Our turn me
In a humidor
And you on
A shelf sometimes
Picked up studied
But always placed
Back to wait
Neither of us
Knowing each other
Until one snowy
December night when
We met you
Silky slightly tart
Hinting of pepper
Easy on tongue
A highland malt
And me robust
Smoky with hints
Of oak and
Acorn a maduro
And finally meeting
On the sideboard
My ash gray
Your bottle half
Empty thoroughly enjoyed
Make me the
Most important one
Not the first
One or the
Last one not
The nightly one
Or the sneaky
One or the
Coveted one or
The one that
Got away one
Make me the
Most important one
Arrange me highest
In your bouquet
The call that
You take the
Letter that you
Open tossing aside
All the others
Make me be
The fish you
Name in the
Pond and please
Make me be
The only one
Most important one
And from fertile
Ground things grow
Things that weren’t
Planted but somehow
Sprout like laughter
Or secrets or
Fears and tears
The soil brings
Dreams and reams
Of hope and
Delicious mouth watering
Possibilities of experiments
And explosions and
Most of all
Life this thing
That we live
And again it
Came like a
Thunder clap or
No quieter a
Whisper with the
Strength of thunder
Words that shocked
Me so much
That I looked
Around in disbelief
From you you
Said I like
You a little
Bit like that
And it came
Like a meteor
Striking my house
With a flash
Of light my
Phone silently chimed
There was your
Message which upon
Reading it in
The dark room
Made me sink
Back into bed
Like a single
Raindrop striking my
Cheek on a
Cloudless summer day
Making me think
Now where did
That come from
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 