In Hoc Momento

Sitting neither left nor right

but on the different side of things

 

Polarity drifts off

like the ending note in a forgotten song

 

The past and future saying 

one final and lasting goodbye

 

As time becomes a wandering orphan

—and the moment set free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020) 

The True Cost

With nothing to offer

but my own confusion,

I wandered through the night

 

Holding you close

while letting you go,

a darker prophecy claimed the light

 

The end came too soon,

the beginning was dead,

all connection torn and lost

 

In the distance to cast

our last lot to goodbye,

redemption—the true cost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)