Morning, bright morning,
your promise has come
Morning, bright morning,
new birth of the sun
Into your arms
I bathe in reflection
Into your warmth
I strip off my fear
Into your heart
I surrender the darkness
Into your strength
I lay down my spear
Morning, bright morning,
your promise has come
Morning, bright morning
—today rebegun
(Local Train From 30th Street Philadelphia: May, 2022)
A Minstrel Hides
In the background
as I write
I always hear a song
Ringing clear
and ringing true
my wishes to belong
The words composed
in beats of time
with room for me to breathe
Awaiting
as the meaning sings
for voices to retrieve
In the background
as I write
where letters dance with glee
A minstrel hides
between the lines
my spirit his to free
I’d gladly trade
these phrases inked
for one unfinished tune
To sing upon
the coming wind
—and float my heart’s balloon
(Villanova University: May, 2022)