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)