Is there a thread that binds and ties,
an artist to his art
Is it thin or thickly woven,
does it hold or come apart
Is it there to free or wear one down,
with the memory of its form
Does its very nature reattach,
when in fury it is torn
Does it link in stark remembrance,
all that’s past and gone away
Does it keep the truth within arms reach,
—when again we’ve lost our way
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)