I awoke to
The memory of
Us two men
As children playing
In sandboxes and
Seesaws on swings
And slides in
Tents enjoying finger
Puppet adventures in
Front of flickering
Candles and eventually
Sleep at last
Dreaming of the
Days adventures and
Joy one day
My friend upon
Your return we
Will soar like
Eagles on high
Thermals gliding wing
To wing towards
The heavens us
You are but
One drop part
Of a deluge
One simple part
Of a typhoon
But that one
Single thing that
Syncopates with my
Heart as you
Leap from there
To here creating
A River or
Ocean or something
As simple as
Rain yet you’re
Not one of
Many you’re my
One simple drop
Dripping and screeching
Weeeee I’m here
Now see me
For in one
Blink I’m gone
One day I
Will find one
Thing not many
Things and not
All things and
This one thing
Will sing the
Sweetest melody and
Light the heavens
By the tiniest
Of twinkle and
Make the dolphins
Giggle and leap
And the bear
Stand and roar
One day I
Will find this
One thing you
When I think
Of my friends
I think of
A colorful pile
Of leaves each
One vibrant and
Each one a
Mystery but when
Brought together a
Cacophony of color
Creating a palette
So rich that
Even a rainbow
Remains very jealous
It’s no surprise
That you returned
Like a dog
Out for run
Muddied and tired
Or like snowdrops
Popping out of
Snowy cold ground
You reappeared now
We never ended
Yet like a
Wet fuse we
Fizzled out instead
Of the Ahhhhh
We said Awwww
Struck again with
Time perhaps now
We fly skyward
Popping to Weeee
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 