The sun is down
and you’re standing on the platform all alone
with night
that friend who never questions…
But dawn is looming
with its predictable answer
never asking what went on before
as you stand there and wonder…
Does all confusion surrender to the darkness
or is there but one confusion
wherein your mind is set free
to rush through the empty spaces and moments…
Looking beyond what your eyes betray
you sit down at the back of the platform
and open your journal
while closing your eyes…
New words to be told
no time to be old
one truth to behold
—and write
(Fairmount Park: December, 2015)
At War
Alone with his memories,
sleep would not come
The minutes, the hours,
time’s haunting begun
Together reliving
each choice made in vain
His will and his conscience
—in conflict again
(The New Room: December, 2021)