Moored off the
Coast surrounded by
The thick dense
Fog of life
A howling horn
Moans warning cliffs
A sweeping beacon
Catches my eye
Prompting me to
Follow my bulky
Oversized hull scrapes
Along the bodies
Of others as
I blindly navigate
Finally breaking free
Dawn rises brightening
My path to
You a white
Tower whose sound
And light welcomes
Me safely home
This is the
Love of friendship
There is a
Far greater beauty
In imperfection than
Perfection I walk
With crutches because
I’m imperfect yet
Who is not
We’re all disabled
My friends it’s
Just that I
Wear mine outside
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
And like a
Boy waiting to
Get picked for
Sides you selected
Me before others
Beaming I stood
Next to you
Our team often
Lost that year
But the hugs
Slaps on my
Back and occasionally
Tousled hair made
Age 12 unbelievably
Bearable for both
I’ve learned to
Listen to my
Smile for when
I think of
Yours I do
The same as
You do when
You’re with me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 