Nobility,
in debt to all virtue
—on loan to the truth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Slipping Away
The notion of time
a potion sublime
A bottomless pit
the physicists fit
Today or tomorrow
the future or past
As your arms wrap around it
—your hands lose their grasp
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Waiting For Rain
Identity,
Born from a kernel of inheritance
Planted deep within a furrow of pain
Growing in the light of new discovery
Reseeding itself
—waiting for the rain
(My Son Trystan & I: May, 2016)