Sometimes the fish
Sometimes the fisherman
But always this
One swims about
The other casts
And only then
When temptation lands
Alights and skitters
Do we become
That which we
Are meant to
To each other
One the promise
One the catch
And so goes
Fisherman and fish
And like a woodsman
Walking through a grove
Of towering maple trees
As I pass each
I stop to touch
Maple trees like friends
Are not my path
But show me it
They are where I
Go when I’m weary
And they shelter me
Always behind sometimes ahead
But wherever they are
I couldn’t be there
Anywhere really without them
There is a point
Of perfection when even
The ocean is balanced
A moment when both
Of the tides strike
Stillness when even the
Seas sleep this is
Contentment when movement stops
It’s the second when
Desire meets happiness like
When two lovers kiss
It’s interesting just how
Little you get used
To expecting when others
Don’t give I felt
Like an island exporting
All my natural resources
Take this take that
I still have plenty
The funny thing about
Others though is that
When my little island
Ran out of me
They too ran out
Found a different island
From which to import
And I well I
Renewed myself to glory
It’s not that I
Got used to giving
It’s that the world
Got used to taking
So when someone offered
Or even just asked
Is there anything you
Need I couldn’t answer
That there was is
Are and might be
Because in my past
Largesse always came with
A price from others
That I couldn’t afford
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 