Cold Feet

You’ll never find out

where you might have gone

If you don’t leave

where you’ve been

 

You’ll never approach

who you might become

If you change

with every whim

 

You’ll never discover what’s

over the hill

With both feet stuck

in the sand

 

You’ll never discern the

right from the wrong

Indecision

—your command

 

(The New Room: January, 2024)

Siddhartha

Divinity’s candle

stays burning alive

not born or created

 conceived or contrived

 

Its light from the center

forever shines through

the moment’s unveiling

delivering you

 

To places all knowing

through spaces unknown

the mix in the crucible

its myth to atone

 

The vision self-granted

when time is deposed

confirmed refutation

— with nothing to know

 

(Villanova University: January, 2024)