Where would the leaf be
without the branch
The cowboy drifting
without the ranch
Where would the wave be
without the sea
Its motion unformed,
adrift unseen
Where would a song be
without a voice
A silent concert,
a barren choice
And where would you be
without your soul
Condemned to matter,
not half—not whole
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2018)
Day Into Night
Trains are romantic,
airplanes are not
The prepared speech pedantic,
‘a song lyric caught’
Your eyes have to choose
between vision and sight
Or your spirit transforms
—changing day into night
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2018)
The Eternal Flame
Grandchildren
—life\'s fountain of youth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2018)
The Deepest Well
Emotion,
the capital of poetry
—in currency of what you feel
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2018)