It was our pleasure to interview one of our founding members Harlo Birkholz recently. Instead of typing Harlo’s story here, we will let you just listen. Below are a few of his poems for you to enjoy.
I stumbled and it wasn't my toe
I tried to blame the rock, the berm, the world,
Until I saw me, in a mirror of my mind.
Shocked, I said, “THIS has to end” but
I had no definition for the elusive “This”.
I stared at the wall, hummed “Ummm” and
Contemplated my navel but came up empty.
Someone suggested, “Find the cross” when
I couldn't find my butt with both hands.
Doing a desert walk-a-bout I talked to
Mahatma, Buddha and Elvis. No help there.
It didn't click until I passed a for-real mirror
And saw myself, my real self, no illusions.
“Myself” wasn't ugly, just unfamiliar. Getting to know
The me of “me” brought myself back in perspective.
I'm comfortable in my own skin now. It fits.
My mind is settled. not exploding out. Even if
My thoughts are expansive, they're calm.
Thank you, whoever, for the me I've found.
His horses sensed the good-byes
When the ranch went, with wet eyes.
Then old, too feeble to tend,
Even his four legged friend
Was gone. No more a wet nose saying
Howdy to a pals hand... not playing.
He wrote, the last to do.
My friends...are dimmer and cold.