Coming from nowhere

Going the same

The tracks in front

Pointing to

Tracks behind

The wind on the lake

Reminding

That I am still a guest

The snow on the ice

An invitation

Begging acceptance

New Hampshire Winters

Are white

In my consciousness

And frozen in their

Clarity

Even whiter

Dawns

Out of the stillness

A Moose crashes

Through the snow

Never acknowledging

My presence

His majesty

Confirming everything

That unfound I’ve lost

His spirit cries out

And with quiet respect

I follow him across

The frozen lake

Leaving tracks of memory

One final time

  —never to be seen again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

 

Escaping myself,

 I ran into the wilderness

 

Escaping myself,

 I ran back through the dawn

 

Escaping myself,

 my shadow had vanished

 

Until capturing myself

  —in the words of your song

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

Buying into eternity

 one Poem at a time

 

My dreams are my currency

 a richness sublime

 

Buying into eternity

 words soar into verse

 

On the wings of an Angel

 —salvation dispersed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)

 

Ending In Regret

 

Most of us wait

  for what few of us get

 

Then start the excuses

  —that end in regret

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

 

   Inside Your Heart

 

With your every smile,

  my life grows longer

 

Both on this earth

  —and inside your heart

 

(To My Grandson Hunter: January, 2014)

 

The Felony Of Language

 

The felony of language

   is within the larceny

  of being neither right

    —nor wrong

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

 

      Unspoken Dawn

 

The morning returns

  new verses unheard

  rising eternal

   —in the unspoken dawn

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

 

 

Speaking with one voice

  the silence unsettled

As the many inside me

  cry out to be heard

 

Laced within my words

  never fluent themselves

Woven in my acceptance

  —their gift to inspire

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

Like wine in storage,

The cellar of my perception ages

Buried deep in its recesses

The past and future abandoned

  —time no longer the vintner

 

Fermenting in the immediacy

Of the chosen instant

And distilling in the perfection

Of the perpetual present

  —the moment reopens

 

       Bringing with it everything

          —and nothing at all

 

(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

Can men fight without symbols

  where victory calls beyond love and hate

 

Can men die without symbols

  or reason conquer the blindest faith

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

   Vindicta

 

The ends justify the means

   —when the means entail revenge

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

 

 

 

   Sum = Zero

 

Totality expanded

The sum is now zero

Risk and certitude

 —one and the same

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

 

The past faded

  as ideas came alive

 

Destroying with every thought

 the status…

   —of the status quo

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

The light through

My Grandmother’s

Bedroom window

Called out to me

 

‘Calls out to me’

 

Leading me to places

Where I had to go

Revisiting me now

In my twilight years

 

‘In my twilight years’

 

Reminding me again

Of those places I’ve been

And my reasons for going

As the mileposts shone

 

‘And the mileposts shine’

 

Reaching into the distance

Where the horizon pulled

And the dawn arrived

In what drove me once

 

‘In what drives me still’

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)