My dear boy
We are all
Born one thing
Then become another
Like the acorn
Begins as something
Round and hard
Then with time
Becomes something majestic
Let yourself be
Protected right now
And over time
Your canopy spreads
Then withstanding anything
Bringing eventual shade
To everything else
Yes the mountain
Is so majestic
And the ocean
So vast but
It’s the things
Contained there within
That makes beauty
The diamonds forged
And fish that
Sparkle and swim
Just as you
It’s not your
Body that caught
Me it’s what’s
Kept deep inside
That tickles me
And I remember
That night in
The tent made
Of blankets and
Sheets we were
Explorers in the
Jungles off borabora
We pretended then
Creating lions tigers
And creepy crawling
Things with hands
And fingers and
Flashlights eating beans
And hot dogs
Just as sleep
Took hold I
Felt your fingers
Poke and tickle
Making me squeal
It’s like that
This morning many
Many years later
Us still adventurers
There are voices
Which speak yet
No one listens
They’re heard in
Wildflowers and oh
Those breezes that
Blow through willows
In a baby’s
Gurgle and a
Puppies yelp in
A tire on
Moist streets and
A bicycle bell
Try to stop
Listening to those
Voices in your
Mind they lie
Listen to others
To hear the
Gleeful abandon of
Life and smile
You sit in
Front of me
My own one
Cup of coffee
Anticipated and steamy
Intoxicating and awakening
I warm my
Hands around you
I sip you
Slowly savoring you
Your robustness and
Slight bitterness as
You cascade down
My throat and
Into my heart
You my love
Warm me each
Morning from the
Inside out making
Me smile then
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 