Planted where I am,

I watched you blossom in the field

 

Time being what it is,

I picked each moment that would yield

 

Love that’s to be shared

takes on new meaning as it sows

 

Joy to spread and flower

—beyond where limitation grows

 

(The New Room: January, 2021)

 

I didn’t go far,

but I went far enough

I could have reached deeper,

though finding so much

 

I could have seen more,

but my vision remains

I could have hoped longer,

though wishes retain

 

I could have stood taller,

but my back is still straight

I could have blamed others,

though forgiveness my trait

 

I could have loved more,

but my heart is still full

Bereft of my yearnings

—eternity lulls

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)

 

 

Everyone hates me eventually,

so why don’t you do it now

 

Saving us time, uncoupling the rhyme

—your anger my presence endows

 

(Martin’s Dam: January, 2021)

Lightly armed and uncommitted

—the question always turns to why

 

(Martha Brown’s Woods: January, 2021)

What is… inherent,

what’s not… implied

 

Epiphanous moments

—waiting inside

 

(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2021)

Do you have to become what you observe

to really understand

 

To claim a new identity,

your psyche contraband

 

Must you pass straight through the mirror,

reflections left behind

 

To truly know what lies beyond

—whose essence you must find

 

(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2021)

What you ask me to deny,

I in many ways affirm

 

The truth will not belie

what your apprehension spurns

 

Believing in myself

and the voice that speaks within

 

I cast new seeds into the air

—and beckon the four winds

 

(Haverford College: January, 2021)

I shun the words you long to hear,

my heart and spirit cry

 

The votive candle burning down,

its flame a dimming lie

 

My pen to struggle against your will,

and scribe the message owned

 

That blood has drafted and pain rewrites

—not borrowed nor then loaned

 

(Valley Forge: January, 2021)

With one pen in the inkwell,

eternity got wet

 

The words to dance and laugh and pray,

phrasing’s still unmet

 

With one pen in the inkwell,

the future kissed the past

 

The moments now, the moments then

—Siamese at last

 

(Haverford College: January, 2021)

 

The immediacy of time,

its reference untold

 

The beginning repeating,

not young—and not old

 

(The New Room: January, 2021)