Then in your
Eyes I saw
A moment a
Second of hesitation
A pause in
Thought a burp
A hiccup and
Yet you continued
In cautious abandon
And made your
Musical melody live
Skating and sliding
Like leaves on
Thinly iced ponds
Category: Recollections
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
Life
Life is strange
Like a winding
Path through glen
Or a forest
It leads you
To many places
Yet to discover
Never fear life
But embrace it
There is no
Going back to
The beginning only
Forward or now
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 