And like dressing
For yet another
Hike I layer
Myself preparing to
Be both naked
When truth and
Disappointment appears from
Behind the clouds
Of suspicion and
Protected when the
Icy winds and
Sleet of compromise
Pelt me on
My way up
The mountains of
Uncertainty but my
Favorite is prairie
When I’m alone
With only myself
T-shirt and shorts
And I sent
You a bear
To remind you
That we are
Together even when
We are not
Cuddles he’s called
Cuddles he gives
We keep meeting
Under the lamplight
Always a lamplight
Sometimes near and
Sometimes far but
Always always there
As though these
Silly lamplights bring
Us together like
Moths dancing about
Each other but
Never ever landing
As though this
Dance that we
Do around this
Inconspicuous lamplight in
Some far off
Borough is what
Brings us together
A smoke and
A laugh a
Hello and touch
And with each
Passing lamplight and
With each passing
Time we remain
Just two moths
Around a lamplight
I have grown
Weary of exploring
I have scaled
The mountains swam
The rivers sailed
The oceans crawled
Through jungles and
Settled with indiginies
Now home I
Sit in my
Little house perched
High on top
Telescope and map
And old photographs
Next to me
Pointing to there
And there to
Him and him
Knowing that I
Have been there
But happiest I
Am here alone
In a house
On a hill
I just didn’t
I didn’t want
To find me
I wanted someone
Shiny and new
Like a car
Or a bicycle
One that was
Free from dents
And rust of
Which age belongs
And after years
Of shiny new
I discovered my
Love for age
Someone with life
Experience with history
And gut wrenching
Disappointments someone like
Me that lived
This crazy thing
Called life and
Can remember and
Share and laugh
About these things
That we understand
Because we’re classics
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 