Oh don’t you
Know that it
Takes time for
A bulb to
Become a blossom
Or an acorn
To spread its
Canopy so why
Do we insist
That anything including
Love is immediate
Plant the seeds
Of curiosity water
Them with affection
And after time
A bouquet appears
I have finally
Understood my own
Sadness on the
Pursuit of happiness
I have forgotten myself
So concerned about
Others I lost
Track of me
Like setting
A falcon free
Of tether and
Hood I myself
Flew free and
Disappeared like a
Winged dot on
The horizon yet
Knowing at some
Point I’d return
To me of which
I now have
Back to roost
I no longer
Want others I
Simply want me
This is not
Selfish it is
However now Grand
And like a
Child on his
First bicycle free
Of feet I
Fly wind in
Hair adventure in
Heart I ride
Down my street
And now turn
The corner and
Down the lane
Finally growing up
And there when
I stood under
An ambered canopy
I watched as
Leafy hatchlings spun
And danced as
They slid to
The floor below
As acorned hail
Dropped like cannonballs
And a cool
Sun slivered through
Falls dying days
There are some
Things that you
Cannot see it’s
Called blind spot
Mine is love
Though I feel
It I cannot
See it when
It’s upon me
Then I trust
Touch to guide
Me to your
Lips for then
I will know
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 