If reality is meant to change,
Buddhists may be right
The stops and starts of wasted dreams,
to bury in the night
With truth in self-denial,
our awareness springs and grows
The burdens of all conscious thought,
released—once letting go
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Whole Punched
Imperfection keeps me fertile,
like the storm upon the plain
Measuring the distance,
of what’s lost and sometimes gained
With my thoughts I mark the hours,
left uncounted looking back
The choices made and prices paid
—endorsing what I lack
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
The Enemy Within
If conflict is human,
is violence a game
The law of the jungle
by some other name
A mortal endeavor,
to choose when we fight
With nature in judgment
—the wrong from the right
(Wayne Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
By Any Other Name...
A watch is forever subservient
to time
As each day bows down
to the sun
Remeasuring infinity
from end to end
Orphaned between
—and left to beguile
(Villanova University: August, 2020)