Raising thoughts and emotion,
the mainsail was set
Heading into the wind
of tomorrow unmet
All stays are in place,
with tiller held fast
Reaching for glory
—the doldrums have passed
(Hereford Inlet: November, 2020)
Hemlock
Some would say,
the danger portends
Some would say,
it all is pretend
Some would say,
the past wears a shroud
Some would say,
the quiet is loud
Some would say,
all love is for fools
Some would say,
to break every rule
Some would say,
today is unsure
Some would say,
tomorrow the cure
Some would say,
the hammer is cocked
Some would say,
the target is locked
Some would say,
the reasons persist
Some would say,
all logic resists
Some would say,
the lies are astute
Some would say,
more voices to mute
Some would say,
the weight is too much
Some would say,
to look but don’t touch
Some would say,
their talk cheap and vile
Some would say
—death kills with a smile
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)