I’m on my fourth lifeline,
how about you?
The first three pre-owned,
the current one new
This one seems fleeting,
which gives me concern
My freezer now empty,
no steaks left to burn?
The first one was blissful,
the second had pain
The third one reflective,
but this fourth one again….
I try to hold on
and describe it at will
Exceeding my grasp,
it alludes me and still….
I wouldn’t go back
to either one, two, or three
The things I see now,
seeded fruit on my tree
If this is the end,
and the lights start to dim
I’ll sing the words strongly,
Madonna’s last hymn
More thankful than troubled,
more joyous than sad
More today than tomorrow
—the past in the past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Forever At Once
Folding the past
inside the present
Rolling the future in layers
of perpetual time
Escaping from one then the other
leaving all three in simulation
A dancer shrouded in mystery
—all things forever at once
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2014)