I moved from where
I was to where
I am for only
one thing to be
near my best friend
Weâd met many decades
before when just boys
but even then we
knew the strength of
the string that connects
the kite to ground
it may be long
and may fly high
may get tangled and
may even get lost
but always comes home
eventually to fly again
Category: Muenster
WesternRangeAutumn
I am now
three seasons in
and ready for
my fourth the
fourth being the
most majestic of
all here in
the Rocky Mountains
and I like
a child waiting
gleeful and giddy
for the mountains
to erupt in
red yellow orange
changing from the
lazy humpback whales
swimming up and
down the coast
into Chinese fans
flicking their colors
with such abandon
again happily alive
Voice (to Muenster)
Having crawled
back from
the abyss
and having
been one
to have
fallen in
I know
too well
the voice
of friends
from above
hey you
got this
prayers donât
always come
from within
MeMirror
I have enjoyed a
great life filled with
adventure and many opportunities
I have felt loved
and I have given
love and I have
laughed
not just at things
or at others or
at otherâs things but
at myself as well
And now as I
sit in this my
last phase of life
I spend most time
in front of the
mirror and reflecting most
upon my wrinkles for
it is within them
where I can see
all of the others
whoâve walked with me
Men
Whereâd the men go
Did they march off
to some war of
which I was unaware
Were they beamed up
into some alien craft
and swept far away
to some distant planet
to propagate that place
Where did they go
Being a man meant
something once and not
what so many think
What did it mean
Go ask your fathers
father and his father
and his and his
for men have been
gone for a long
time before yesterday and
even longer than today
And Iâm wholly uncertain
if theyâll ever return
having been lost to
war or another place
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 