Whispers in darkness
Hellos in absentia
Photographs of smiles
And remembered tears
Make up me
Alone not lonely
I’m like a
Tree on savanna
Offering just me
To those that
Need me now
Shade or habitat
Your use of
Me defines me
And my life
Category: Photographs
Overlook
There we sat
Tiny and frail
As unimportant as
A bug at
The runways end
Or beginning I
Suppose depending upon
Which direction seen
Are we landing
Or taking off
Just the start
Or an end
Yet unlike airplanes
Which thunder overhead
A simple quiet
Kiss on lips
Has taken us
Both someplace else
From somewhere else
Kettle (to Cricky)
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
SunMoon (to Cricky)
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
Really
I have discovered
That as long
As I’m living
I am learning
Sometimes it’s joyful
And sometimes painful
Change can hurt
And often does
Reaching for sun
Or the stars
Stretching and touching
Them can burn
But that’s life
Isn’t it really
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 