Bread Of Life

Christians flock into their churches,

travelers hit the road

 

Searching for what’s beyond their view

in spirit overload

 

To leave behind the past imprisoned,

stilted and controlled

 

The blacktop chanting “come what may”

—a eucharistic whole

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

Ten Miles South

Repeating on and on without changing,

the boredom settled in

 

Lost in endless repetition,

ten miles South of what might have been

 

A broken record skipping, skipping,

the groundhog’s prediction thin

 

Burrowing out the same old hole

—ten miles South of what might have been

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

More Than A Feeling

Sometimes love just isn’t enough,

as destiny calls within

 

Orphaning passion, emotions untether,

lost to Cupid’s whim

 

Never requited, alone and denied,

the search begins anew

 

Feelings repackaged and searching for more

—to do what love can’t do

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)

Road Kill

Death failed to show up for work one day,

the clock remained unpunched

 

Hospital’s waiting, graveyards on call,

all coroner’s out to lunch

 

Death took a holiday without checking in,

the pecking order stunned

 

Like a deer on the highway, all headlights turned off

—awaiting what’s to come

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)