Another millstone
turns milestone
another moniker
becomes marker
and I
am marked
as prolific
six thousand
years ago
my soul
was destined
and now
six thousand
poems later
I poet
do be
Sleep
Sleep called
asking to
come over
to bed
we went
chit chatting
before slowly
drifting off
like those
first few
snowflakes that
gather up
in corners
Finish
Each time
I’ve started
I’ve had
to stop
not because
I’m tired
but because
they’ve moved
the finish
line I
mean how
are you
supposed to
win when
the tape
is there
no wait
over there
no wait
maybe that’s
the reason
why we
run marathons
just to
keep going
Matter
I no longer
know what matters
if anything does
or ever did
or even will
did that does
this what about
aren’t we all
but little things
going on about
our business living
bumping into bumpkins
saying that this
does that should
yet maybe not
Early
The still
the pause
and sigh
and breath
a quiet
quite unlike
this notion
of nothing
but distant
night sounds
and me
a music
from afar
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 