In A Golden Eye

Do you have to become what you observe

to really understand

 

To claim a new identity,

your psyche contraband

 

Must you pass straight through the mirror,

reflections left behind

 

To truly know what lies beyond

—whose essence you must find

 

(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2021)

New Seeds

What you ask me to deny,

I in many ways affirm

 

The truth will not belie

what your apprehension spurns

 

Believing in myself

and the voice that speaks within

 

I cast new seeds into the air

—and beckon the four winds

 

(Haverford College: January, 2021)

Twin Fusion

With one pen in the inkwell,

eternity got wet

 

The words to dance and laugh and pray,

phrasing’s still unmet

 

With one pen in the inkwell,

the future kissed the past

 

The moments now, the moments then

—Siamese at last

 

(Haverford College: January, 2021)

 

Ever Changing

Music can only be heard one way,

words have a different refrain

 

Melody imprisoned by note and score,

what’s written when read apt to change

 

The ear a prisoner to the composer’s delight,

to listen—a captive within

 

But reading the lines that a poet inscribes

ever changing—each time you begin

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)