Never did I
having climbed then
and finally found
and upon seeing
where I’ve been
never to return
for down below
belongs no matter
to me anymore
and this then
matters neither either
being just me
Category: Meditation
Once
This slow time
that low time
when an almost
seems more likely
as hand grabs
a leaving arm
and eyes plea
then trail behind
all that’s left
are the footprints
of some fragrance
and the once
that made was
All
Things never do
themselves do they
there’s always some
string or fuse
that starts pulling
or teasing taunting
I wonder what
and wonder if
and then all
Alone
Having run
the horse
until sweaty
I slide
off swatting
letting it
go in
whichever direction
it wants
for it
has taken
me as
far as
it can
and it’s
from here
I must
go alone
Growing
Now that nothing
has become something
so much so
that I defend
it sword in
hand shield at
side against the
incessant drums of
far off life
just like I
remember doing when
I was younger
out back in
the alley before
the adulthood armies
overtook me and
I became a
prisoner of a
war that I
had no idea
I was fighting
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 