That day on the ledge
he started to shake
Each memory a tremor
of every mistake
The choices made suspect
as nightmares returned
The price of redemption
his destiny spurned
Alone and forgotten
his eyes straight ahead
Afraid to look down
where his hopelessness led
Each breath getting shorter
his heart beating loud
One step from perdition
one step to enshroud
But then in an instant
a voice could be heard
Not friendly or caustic
but rooted and learned
“Well jump if you have to
defeat as your crown
Your sins to fall with you
—forgiveness unfound”
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
With Every Breath
It’s not about
your need to hear
but what I need to say
The words unbartered
spoken clean
released to have their way
They choose their own
intended path
in beelines of advance
To scent the air
with every breath
—beyond your circumstance
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: June, 2022)