It is humbling
this realizing that
I at this
late age have
no idea how
but there’s joy
too in this
for isn’t life
meant to be
as new as
the first time
we ever took
our new toy
trucks to the
local sandbox and
dreamed these dreams
and convinced others
to play along
Category: Love
Wonder
I wonder if
and wonder how
now that it’s
no longer now
I wonder if
and wonder now
if what was
then could’ve been
my only when
Ends
I’m sitting
in a
room with
older people
and the
thing that
strikes me
is that
at this
age most
resemble children
honest innocent
and pure
I guess
that’s what
happens in
life age
becomes little
else than
our bookends
to the
lives that
we live
Rooms (for Bean)
Sometimes when I’m
in one room
it’s hard for
me to imagine
I have another
beyond that doorway
a different place
filled with things
colorful comfy things
just like I
suppose I do
when touching you
surprised to find
parts of you
that right now
I’d forgotten about
Scribble
I a book
filled with lines
but not words
just odd shapes
black and white
oh so blank
and you crayons
all different colors
in toddlers hands
neither more or
less important to
the other really
just different in
a way that
makes the other
something it’s not
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 