My level of concern
goes only so deep
I care only to there
in meters or feet
Beyond that depth
lies a hidden zone
Where beneath the caring
is what’s really known
In my efforts to hide
from the surface again
My words become sheltered
immune from the pain
Below its demeanor
I now call out to you
From that place that I wander
—and keep out of view
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Smokescreen
“Commercially Successful”
—the metaphysical oxymoron
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)