A philosophy says
That each of
Us has three
True loves in
Life usually the
First is yourself
Only then can
You truly love
Another in my
Case I loved
First wandering in
The wilderness and
Finally loved me
It was a
Path of which
I don’t recommend
Concentrate on you
First and dance
There with you
Before you step
On another’s toes
The funny part
And one which
Most don’t get
Is that life
Works itself out
Oh we spend
So much time
Entertaining and chasing
These dreams that
We make up
That we miss
The simple things
That life gives
Take that deep
Breath kiss that
Child pet that
Puppy and sip
That steamy espresso
It’s in those
Senses where you’ll
Find most sense
There are some
Things that you
Cannot see it’s
Called blind spot
Mine is love
Though I feel
It I cannot
See it when
It’s upon me
Then I trust
Touch to guide
Me to your
Lips for then
I will know
I see life
In As’s and
Like’s the world
Pops for me
In technicolor in
Images like a
Map laid before
Me with savanna
And forest everywhere
What I spy
Is lush like
Handfuls of gemstones
Each one holds
It’s own secret
Like your whispers
Late at night
You next to
Me are my
Metaphor unlocking each
And every other
There is a
Far greater beauty
In imperfection than
Perfection I walk
With crutches because
I’m imperfect yet
Who is not
We’re all disabled
My friends it’s
Just that I
Wear mine outside
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 