These notes
some penned
others played
dance about
in unison
or sometimes
in despair
I reach
like once
I did
long ago
as a
child with
stubby fingers
trying to
pluck the
clouds from
the sky
Category: Kindness
Alone
Having run
the horse
until sweaty
I slide
off swatting
letting it
go in
whichever direction
it wants
for it
has taken
me as
far as
it can
and it’s
from here
I must
go alone
Never
If but for
a moment would
I could I
I think not
for like sand
running through fingers
and back to
the beach or
snow that falls
for so briefly
turns to water
things don’t stay
that were never
🎈
I balloon
once filled
with the
air of
my dreams
and then
left behind
to wrinkle
now in
the hands
of children
filled with
the marbles
of kindness
and glee
Gifted
To give without
expecting any return
response or reply
is a grace
to be invisible
without others knowing
what where when
is itself abundant
to share generously
whether it’s time
or an ear
or a shoulder
is always an
act of prosperity
to give then
without is gratitude
for having much
to be gifted
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 