To Call From Within

Each mind is a filter…

the wheat from the chaff

 

Each vision dissected,

to cry or to laugh

 

Each chance in the moment,

to live or to hide

 

Each reason a marker,

to vow or belie

 

Each leaf that has fallen,

the price that we’ve paid

 

Each morning recalling,

which bed is unmade

 

Each voice in the distance,

one name on the wind

 

Each memory unspoken

—to call from within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)

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