The music

called the dancers

to the floor

 

The poet

waltzing freely

—with his eyes

 

(Wilkes Barre Pennsylvania: March, 1980)

“A vision into

your future

 

“A mirror

of your past”

 

(Wilkes Barre Pennsylvania: March, 1980)

Why would it matter,

why would you care

 

Voices becalming,

breathless unpaired

 

Freeing the Dharma,

released in the air

 

Transcending today

—immortality shared

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)

Faith often hides

an idolatry within

 

Statutory mandate

—harbinger of sin

 

(The New Room: November, 2020)

Creativity…

undemocratic

 

Tyrants of insight,

breaking new ground

 

Vision on fire,

effigy’s burning

 

Painting’s unframed

—all muses set free

 

(The New Room: November, 2020)

Humanity is destined

for being at war

 

Attacking tomorrow,

its fate still unsure

 

New conflict resharpens

the dullest of blades

 

Where written in blood

—new history is made

 

(Valley Forge: November, 2020)

Live your days with purpose,

and death walks by your side

 

To constantly remind,

what time will not abide

 

Your choice on how to handle,

ignore or then befriend

 

That last step left untaken

—where life begins again

 

(Bryce Canyon: August, 2019)

Humble

before the sea

 

Steady

within the gale

 

Intrepid

among the waves

 

Thankful

—as tides return

 

(Christmas Tree Island:  May, 1991)

Changing the future—changing the past,

a north south reprimand

 

 

Each word rewritten—time bespoke,

the present close at hand

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)

Many nights there were no new dreams,

so I borrowed from the old

 

Resurrecting the scaffolding

of what lay unbuilt—untold

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)