Why must we
Always label things
It is said
So that we
Create our world
A child sees
Points and says
Dada and mama
And even now
We enjoy someone
And still point
And still say
Boyfriend or lover
Partner or husband
But did God
Upon seeing creation
Point and say
Looky there galaxies
And the stars
And everything else
Or did He
Sit back saying
Wow isn’t that
Just simply marvelous
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 