I am
akin to
an inn
I can
provide shelter
some comfort
a place
to warm
but only
if you
find your
way here
you are
the traveler
and I
the stop
Twilight
Twilight is
my favorite
the city
slows the
lights dim
thoughts come
and go
like horses
on merry
go rounds
and quiet
takes hold
like whispers
waiting to
be answered
Another
I wish
I had
just one
for leaves
and raindrops
and even
snowflakes have
one another
as they
build becoming
something else
but me
I’m one
never anything
other will
be and
never another
for others
It
Being alone
is not
the problem
it has
never been
the problem
has been
explaining why
because everyone
wants understanding
the greatest
degree of
understanding anything
is its
simple acceptance
of it
Rain
Why then
do people
complain why
knock upon
any door
upon which
they will
never enter
not because
it won’t
open but
because they
prefer to
stay in
the rain
barking at
clouds that
they’re wet
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 