That Final Breath

What describes a Poet,

 let me count the ways

 

To once describe a morning,

 emerging through the haze

 

What describes a season,

 its leaves from green to brown

 

What describes a heartbeat,

 when your lover can’t be found

 

What describes a reason,

 with excuses cast away

 

What describes a child’s laugh,

 joyous on display

 

What describes a place called home,

 to a soldier sent to war

 

And what describes that final breath

 —to an old man wanting more

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Quantum Zeno

Awareness can be frozen,

 “A watched pot never boils”

 

When perception’s forced upon itself,

 all change in stillness toils

 

“To thine own self” the Bard entreated,

 that one truth we’re meant to find

 

As consciousness—the mind of God

   calls us from inside

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

99.9

 Extinction probability,

 ninety nine point nine

 

History’s infinitive,

 the graveyard of time

 

Cosmology winning out

 in the end

 

The hourglass draining

 —last thought to befriend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)