I feel like
A billiard game
Setup and broke
Apart by ones
That look like
Me but have
Selfish purpose it
Aims and collides
Sending me sailing
Off others and
Out of play
Until all of
Me is spent
Then I’m silent
The game over
Then at once
Racked up again
And sent careening
Just like meteors
It’s not the
Gift that you
Receive that’s important
It’s the fact
That you have
A present present
When you reached
Out to me
After six silent
Months I knew
Right then this
You are alive
And are happy
That you haven’t
Forgotten me and
That present present
Made the difference
That is love
I was blessed
With peace but
Patience not that
I prayed for
Now I have
It and understand
The calmness both
Bring waiting is
A profound blessing
I learned that
It’s best to
Allow a River
To free itself
From a logjam
Rather than me
Jumping pounding stomping
On the trees
Let the flow
Of your life
Free itself from
Complications have patience
To gain peace
A philosophy says
That each of
Us has three
True loves in
Life usually the
First is yourself
Only then can
You truly love
Another in my
Case I loved
First wandering in
The wilderness and
Finally loved me
It was a
Path of which
I don’t recommend
Concentrate on you
First and dance
There with you
Before you step
On another’s toes
And now the
Birds outside my
Windows have begun
To sing the
Tickling morning melodies
Awakening a sleepy
Saul who is
Stretching and yawning
Soft crimson east
Beyond the trees
Like the aroma
Of apple pie
Wafting through checker
Curtained kitchen windows
Or like your
Rough shadow as
It brushes against
My cheek kissing
Me good morning
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 