And now we
Have quieted like
A kettle taken
Off the boil
Still warm capable
Of steeping but
Silent and simmering
Wondering here what
If anything our
Purpose is was
Except to whistle
Be noticed and
Now sit still
Warm to touch
Waiting waiting waiting
For our chance
To be something
Besides what we
Appear to be
And then from
Across the world
Perhaps the room
Space between us
Came a hello
Formed as wink
Followed by questions
And a tinge
Of laughter which
Tickled all me
We teased and
Joked and admitted
Our subtle attraction
And moved around
Each other like
The sun and
The moon aware
Of the gravity
Of us in
Space seeing each
Other yet never
Really really ever
Able to touch
When you look
Back at life
It’s easy to
Connect the dots
Framing your understanding
But when you’re
Living your life
Presently you are
Walking blind in
The wilderness trust
In God’s hands
To guide you
The trees shed
Bark like I
Shed lies here
I am stuck
Here I am
Against cold January
Skies ashen with
Soot of snowfall
Drop on me
These blessing snowflakes
So I might
Just remember spring
Lost I drift
Bumping into others
I have discovered
Comfort in myself
Absent of them
Alone and quiet
At long last
I can hear
The ocean again
In the shell
Against my ear
Knowing that life
Is in there
Just with me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 