Heels and
ropes may
be comfortable
and safe
places to
hide but
toes are
where one
will win
the fight
Category: Love
Call
I’ve finally learned
that one thing
calls to another
a frame begs
for a picture
a bowl beckons
for its fruit
and a bed
pleads for salvation
eyes and lips
though play two
hands at once
the first words
and the second
almost always desire
Hungry
Some offer so
little yet expect
so very much
they often demand
and under deliver
I was taught
by my mother
that if you’re
hungry you’ll eat
it seems like
those who eat
never really share
or bring anything
to the table
Error
Oh dear
I erred
I had
love entangled
with security
a bodyguard
of sorts
protecting my
soul from
the evils
but I
was wrong
for love
is love
and not
an anchor
or roots
Chores
Chores become what
when joy’s involved
meditation and expression
or maybe an
exercise in futility
given that dirt
and dust returns
it’s so like
many other things
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 