I don’t know who
You are but only
Where you are and
Knowing that allows me
To kinda know you
Just a little bit
Know this I see
When you read me
And know this too
Even though we don’t
Know each other you
Know a very very
Special part of me
So whomever you are
In this big world
You are my friend
Oh now come on
Who doesn’t want a
Super power to be
Able to do things
Others cannot the only
Difference between a super
Power and an abomination
Is a person’s desire
To have be do
Even if you’re born
That very special way
In a world of
Pronouns where labels define
What we are rather
Than who we are
Is it any surprise
That when we insist
Me we lose we
We get so mired
By life’s little details
That we so often
Miss the grand triumphs
That sounds unlikely right
When we look at
Life thread by thread
We miss the pattern
That our lives weave
We forget that we’re
But one strand one
String on this harp
In the heavens playing
A song that the
Universe can always hear
There is something
To be said about
Hitting your stride so
Much of early life
Is spent bucking and
Trying to throw off
Then trotting and cantering
Stalling thinking and stopping
And finally running and
Breaking into that long
Beautiful gallop when you’re
At one with wind
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 