My Destiny Within

I bent my will into the wind,

a final last rebuttal

 

And felt it rage against my soul,

in anger that was total

 

I pressed again, and then again,

and waited for an answer

 

It blew back hard, and harder still,

its force a rabid dancer

 

One last time I pushed it back,

its vortex caving in

 

Whose fury split in breezes tamed

—my destiny within

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

 

 

Old Souls

Old souls know about money,

and run from it more than the rest

 

They’ve witnessed the toll it exacts,

they’ve witnessed the joy it rejects

 

An old soul lives on a shoestring,

tied to something that money can’t buy

 

An old soul is not bought so cheaply

—as that new soul that’s never flown high

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)