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
Category: Meditation
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
Hound
I love
my peace
I love
my life
I have
no drama
I have
no strife
there is
such quiet
there is
no sound
except for
the baying
of some
distant hound
After
The way
to start
is to
end be
it sentence
paragraph chapter
or book
one must
come before
to make
room for
the after
Never
If but for
a moment would
I could I
I think not
for like sand
running through fingers
and back to
the beach or
snow that falls
for so briefly
turns to water
things don’t stay
that were never
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 