I leave things behind
I do admit that
So so many things
So many in fact
That people become things
Too it’s not that
I wish to or
Want to or even
That I need to
I just do I
Guess because leaving things
All of these things
That I leave behind
Is because they belong
Where I found them
And frankly they’re not
Mine to take anywhere
I leave them there
Letting others find them
Just like I did
The problem with us
Meeting there not here
Is that there isn’t
Either you or I
It’s someone else’s else
Here is where I
Am and you’re there
Where you are and
Well that other place
Isn’t either of us
So how can we
Possibly be us in
A place that’s neither
There was this one
Time under the sycamore
You were above me
On one elbow and
Looking down and just
As a late August
Breeze blew your flaxen
Hair from your face
At that same moment
The low afternoon sun
Caught the corner of
One of your eyes
And there then inside
I did see the
Deep blue pool of
Your soul and to
It’s bottom where I
Saw you swimming throughout
The eons of your
Lives and right then
I knew that like
Now we’d been together
And then taking my
Hand you said come
Swim with me and
I said just like
We’ve done so many
Times before and you
Said um yeah sure
It was that day
That I knew then
That only some of
Us are lucky enough
To remember the pasts
It’s really only ever
The little simple things
Like the gurgle hiss
And spit of a
Kettle set to boil
As the first glow
Of day washes over
Last nights late snow
And chickadees bounce and
Bob skitter and slide
On the frozen birdbath
Like children wearing skates
As I spoon splash
And stir dark roast
Into a now warmed
Coffee press watching as
Grounds drop and emerge
Like we did that
One July day so
Very very long ago
In ponds out back
This is my morning
Of memories every day
I’m ready to meet
Someone new to hear
The hello and see
The smile to watch
As his eyes warm
And flicker and begin
To think who is
This and what if
Anything and maybe just
Maybe some day more
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 