This morning I
Sat outside after
The rain suddenly
I felt a
Drop of water
Hit my sleeve
At first perplexed
I looked up
To see nothing
Eventually more drops
Arrived and I
Began to anger
But move I
Did not anger
Turned to acquiescence
Turned to acceptance
That I was
Meant to be
Wet that day
So goes love
So goes life
And a bird
Brought back a
Branch filled with
Leaves like a
Talisman of peace
Bringing hope to
The sailor on
The open sea
There’s something there
Beyond his sight
It wasn’t land
But hope hope
That he’s finally
Found a place
To anchor down
And sailed he
Did until he
Stopped and declared
This is home
Like an explorer
On the bow
Of a ship
My eyeglass scans
The horizon for
A speck of
Land and there
I’ve found it
In my mind
A place a
Thousand miles away
New and uncharted
To me a
Place of uncertainty
A place of
Natives and new
Friends a place
Called Santa Fe
So it’s over
The gloss of
Newness tarnished by
Weight of baggage
We all drag
Our past behind
Us like mailbags
Filled with bad
News try making
Peace with your
Demons then be
Comfortable with yourself
Only then then
Can you give
Yourself to another
It is raining
A small puddle
Forms at my
Feet bubbles born
By drops like
Rising bread loaves
From mother’s oven
I imagine a
Marsh with frogs
Leaping as I
Listen to the
Tiny tat tat
Tat of raindrops
And see the
Water collecting on
Grass like a
Thousand distant galaxies
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 