All of my life,
living for today
All of tomorrow,
living for tomorrow
None of my life,
living for yesterday
Lived as today
—as today was tomorrow
(Reading ‘The Portable Einstein,’ September, 2020)
“Today was tomorrow
—to all of yesterday”
Spiritus Vitae
Short in stature,
long in fight,
the zealot stood his ground
The odds unfavored,
no end in sight,
victory still unfound
The daylight haunting,
the body count,
the field a sea of blood
A bugle blowing
for one last charge,
advancing through the mud
With force depleted
but spirit whole,
his voice heard far and wide…
“Into the jaws
of certain death
—for glory now we ride”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)