Tonight, I became my youngest son,
my oldest son now gone
My youth reframed, new joy proclaimed,
a lost returning song
Tonight, I became that little boy,
whose playpen sets me free
All toys reclaimed, no further blame
—to enter joyfully
(The New Room: January, 2022)
Potentia Mutare
You can’t fill your dry spots
out of a whisky bottle
Or chase away demons
with a dirty needle
Or change the future
pointing the finger of blame
The freedom within you
—the power to change
(The New Room: January, 2022)