Revisiting oceans I’ve sailed before,
my eyes now finally see
Their currents deeper but softer felt,
all doldrums blowing free
As friends I greet them no longer strange,
once passing in the night
With anchors dropping inside my soul
—to harbor this delight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Lifeline
Reaching down or
reaching up
Arms extended
—hearts to touch
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)