Sometimes it takes a
long time to get
where I belonged where
I know I belong
simply because my heart
has told me so
For so many years
I had done things
because of others wanting
to do things have
things but now this
this today and this
morning and this day
and all of the
days after this one
and into the future
it’s all for me
Not the selfish me
The me that belongs
Category: Kindness
ThisDenverMorn
Sitting in the cafe
staring out the window
coffee steaming beside me
I see Denver morning
after a night snowfall
The grass is sprinkled
with powdered bakers sugar
looking like dusty tables
And the railroad signs
wear little white derbies
looking all gentlemen like
There’s this one trees
trunk cast in plaster
While tops of cars
wear opaque shower caps
So this is Denver
Lovely
I am certainly loved
by four men younger
than me three friends
and one lover and
one my own age
Love comes in many
forms in any age
Most of us can
give love but few
can or will accept
Stinginess moves both ways
I suggest that you
accept as freely as
you give it’s lovely
Free
And today I start
A life long dream
about a life of
solace and of independence
After having lived with
others for all but
one year of my
life I am finally
moving into my garret
my crib my bachelors
pad my pied terre
Some may call it
alone but for me
it is my emancipation
Trees
I see relationships as
a snapshot of a
particular moment with particular
people who through some
miracle of place and
time were at the
right moment I don’t
believe that they were
meant to last forever
Relationships are seasonal things
if one were to
think of one’s life
as that of trees
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 