The Mark Of Cain (+3)

Designated driver,

your road to end at last

 

The choice was yours, mistake inured,

your future now your past

 

Designated driver,

those high beams in your eyes

 

A haunting name, the lasting blame

—that night your dreams reprise

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

 

 

My Fate...

 

On the back side of deliverance,

our paths fated to cross

 

Your road going toward the light,

my direction all but lost

 

You stopped and turned toward me,

looking deeply in my eyes

 

Pity mixed with latent fear

—my fate so redefined

 

(Septa R5: February, 2020)

 

 

Equus Speaks

 

Not what’s written…

but what’s seen

and felt

—then heard

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

 

 

An Echo Divine

 

I do and don’t believe in God,

at exactly the same time

 

A paradox like the Trinity,

an unwritten verse that rhymes

 

I feel him inside me with every step,

while knowing he’s not there

 

I carry his joy within my heart,

though reason not to share

 

A metaphysical oxymoron,

incomprehensibly proclaimed

 

And while science tears him limb from limb

 —I still call out his name

 

(Villanova Chapel: February, 2020)