Like a child
Mesmerized by his
Bounty of gifts
Stacked beneath the
Tree or like
The guests intoxicated
By the wafting
Aromas of turkey
Stuffing yams and
Pie billowing from
Warm kitchens dreaming
Of pants busting
Meals I am
Thinking of you
On this particularly
Cold Carolina morning
I sit between
My past and
Future some would
Say between the
Jaws of a
Vice ahhhh but
Me I feel
Nestled like a
Hatchling under the
Comfort of its
Mother staring out
To the dawn
And wondering if
Today will be
The first day
I will fly
I was haunted
By dreams of
Long lost loved
Ones of times
Way past I
Awoke wondering where
I was uncertain
Of who I
Am until I
Remembered you and
Knew that I’m
Exactly where I
Need to be
They are simply
Ghosts of heartbreak
And so I
Grafted myself to
You and you
Small broken flower
Less and somewhere
In between I
Knew that you
Would never grow
Without me music
The best chili
Is the chili
Prepared one day
And ate the
Next there’s something
About waiting that
Doubles its flavor
It steeps thickens
And deepens color
Parts just disappear
Until they land
Yet once again
And that mmmmm
That’s you too
My old friends
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 