It is quiet
Except for breathing
Coming from you
And Satie playing
This is time
When things stop
And a moment
Becomes a year
When this right
Now goes on
And on until
You turn squinting
Brushing away sleep
Your smile upon
Seeing me is
My breaking dawn
And this time
This year has
Now finally passed
And we’re back
To being ourselves
I did not
I never did
I had wanted
To go somewhere
Else yet found
Myself here in
A place that
I never imagined
And unable to
Understand or even
Speak the language
So muddle through
I did knowing
That one day
I eventually would
Be at the
Place that I
Had wanted to
Be rather than
The damned place
I’d been sent
So today with
Ticket in hand
Off I go
To my someplace
And not yours
It is time
To put away
All my toys
To stop imagining
What could be
And finally accept
What will be
And never ever
Actually was except
In the cruel
Minds of children
From the bottom
One sees everything
Because most things
Only exist there
Way up there
Face in dirt
Crushed not crippled
I will once
Again yet again
Stand wobblier than
Before but nonetheless
Stand saying hello
To all those
Living up there
Laying here moments
Ago you asked
What’s your favorite
Memory and thinking
I turned to
You and looked
And looked and
Finally kissed you
And kissed you
And then answered
Those those are
My favorite memories
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 