I’m at that point
Of not knowing anymore
Different when I was
A child for then
I wondered but now
I know I don’t
Like being cast overboard
Able to swim but
For how long and
For what purpose really
Before oh long before
I knew what I
Wanted wanted to be
But now that I’ve
Become something how do
I say I’m done
Like the casserole reminding
The cook it’s time
To take me out
And enjoy me now
When young I believed
That I was chalk
Creating and discovering newness
At middle age I
Learned that I was
Erasers wiping away unnecessary
Ideas making room for
More upon retiring I
Discovered that I was
The blackboard upon which
Ideas dreams were written
And finally now I
Understand that I am
Just a classroom in
Which the lessons of
Life have been learned
Our hearts see what
Our eyes often cannot
Our bodies carry us
Ours souls then converse
The only trusted way
To go about our
Business is obviously blindly
I met a man
Recently and by accident
Passing through my town
Gone from his holiday
On his way home
Here for the night
And we just talked
Like two weary travelers
On the road of
Life recalling our adventures
Definitely a chance meeting
Which has now carried
On to more days
Of conversation as though
Hearts stopped to rest
In a most unlikely
Place but known to
Souls as hopes wayside
My nighttime dreams brought
Happiness an odd array
Of characters had gathered
To surprise me on
My birthday hosted by
My ex husband and
Attended by long lost
At one time friends
Now serving his command
The war he declared
Against me years ago
But my dream was
A bit of homecoming
As though I’d entered
The gates of Heaven
It was like it
Was many years ago
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 