Kurt Philip Behm

Summer 1962 'The Time Of His Life' (+7)

A twelve year old boy

stands covered in ‘mud’


What the plasterers call



His Grandfather came

and offered a job


For each hour,

he’d pay fifty cents


The buckets were heavy,

the scaffolding high


As he kept those mortar boards



And at the end of that summer,

more man than a boy


With new confidence

—his future to cull


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)





At nineteen,

I wanted to live in Colorado


Till that first weekend I spent

in Cheyenne


At twenty-five

I wanted to live in Montana


Leaving Yellowstone,

as Glacier took my hand


At thirty,

I wanted to live in Alaska


Within Denali,

where the Kodiaks roam


But as the years have progressed,

I discovered


All I ever wanted to be

—was home


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)



To Remember


My currency, my letters,

my legacy, their toll


Inscribed within the moment

—perpetually retold


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)


Each Calling


Sleeping in the open air,

reconstitutes my soul


Walking through an empty space,

my spirit free to roll


Looking once but hearing twice,

each calling from above


Seeing clearly deep within,

—new messages of love


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)


The Only Game


Looking forward,

looking back


Both now futile,

both distract


Past and future,

which to blame


This moments truth

—the only game


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)



The Grip


Holding on to a memory

Holding on to a dream

Holding on ever tighter

Holding on—holding me


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)




Fading To Nothingness


Logic and



When knowledge


The absence of


A man in the


Says one



As birth and



—to nothing at all


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)





What strips away

often more important

—than what we chase


What we discard

often the magic

—in winning the race


What we forgive

often the difference

—between joy and pain


And what we love

God's given key

—to a life unchained


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)







  • Laura

    As my dad would say, “Hard work won’t hurt you. It’ll make you strong!”

    Great write Kurt! Enjoyed the read!


  • Lorna

    Great coming of age image of a boy. It says so much in so little and he already forms in our head as a great guy to come...........

  • FredPeyer

    Can't make up my mind about which one is my favorite here. Am torn between 'The Grip' and 'Fading into Nothingness'! All of them are great though!

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