Moored off the
Coast surrounded by
The thick dense
Fog of life
A howling horn
Moans warning cliffs
A sweeping beacon
Catches my eye
Prompting me to
Follow my bulky
Oversized hull scrapes
Along the bodies
Of others as
I blindly navigate
Finally breaking free
Dawn rises brightening
My path to
You a white
Tower whose sound
And light welcomes
Me safely home
This is the
Love of friendship
There is a
Far greater beauty
In imperfection than
Perfection I walk
With crutches because
I’m imperfect yet
Who is not
We’re all disabled
My friends it’s
Just that I
Wear mine outside
One day I
Will find one
Thing not many
Things and not
All things and
This one thing
Will sing the
Sweetest melody and
Light the heavens
By the tiniest
Of twinkle and
Make the dolphins
Giggle and leap
And the bear
Stand and roar
One day I
Will find this
One thing you
And like freshly
Received news or
Awaited letters you
Unfolded before me
Telling me secrets
And all kinds
Of things surprised
Like a child
Awakening to fresh
Snow or a
Curious dog cocking
His head I
Listened and knew
That once again
I had found
Right with you
A new friend
And like a
Whiskey over rocks
Or a new
Backyard slide or
The feel of
Your skin as
My fingertips dance
Like the way
You croon into
My soul so
Far away from
Me you are
As smooth as
An icy cold
Drink on a
Hot July day
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 