I’m one that
Needs sounds silence
To me is
Like dirt thrown
Into a hole
I need music
Or chatter or
The birdied harmony
I need the
Sweet sounds of
Angels as I
Sleep the purrs
Of cats and
Bark of dogs
I need to
Hear my heart
Sing so sweetheart
Let me hear
Your laughter your
Tears and the
Sweetest of melodies
That you are
And you’re quiet
Absent like a
Student from school
Your desk empty
Blue you said
Yet I worry
You’ll emerge again
Like the summer’s cicadas
Singing your melody
And making noise
Which is music
Only to me
And yet sometimes
I’m just happy
Like snowflakes falling
Lazily on lawns
And careening like
Icy feathers knowing
That I’m free
At last to
Land
And so the
Sled slid down
The hill absent
Any riders careening
To the bottom
And splintering sending
Pieces in directions
Unable to put
Together remnants I
Decided to sled
Alone knowing that
At least I
Am stronger and
Knowing that I
Can pick myself
Up together unlike
Us the sled
And so it
Was said into
A canyon for
The news wasn’t
Echoed but fell
Flat like a
Jumper leaping from
A building but
With less drama
Staring at me
With eyes that
Didn’t recognize you
Simply left unsaid
Now I sit
Silent staring myself
Onto the view
That we were
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 