I would look through the window at feeble old men

and secretly smirk

and secretly pity

 

Now the widow looks back and its message is clear

that old man is you

and the picture’s not pretty

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020)

Run away from the what, 

let the how lead the way

Keep the questions before you

and the answers at bay

 

Deem your motion perpetual

with all stops left behind

As those presents unwrapped

open up in your mind

 

May the wind rise to greet you

and your sun never set

On those places now virgin

and a lover unmet

 

May the wisdom of sages

be your rallying cry

As you course through the ages

—ever wondering why

 

(Train-New Haven: March, 2015)

Divorced from my shadow,

estranged from the words

 

My heart to philander

—new innocence heard

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

Lusting after a song unsung,

I hunted through your fear

 

And trapped the demon that kept you mute,

blood dripping from my spear

 

Desirous of your captive voice,

I hung its head up high

 

And waited for you to sing at last

—no longer love denied

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

There’s a clarity that comes with age,

confusion on the run

 

The light much brighter deep inside,

no writing on the come

 

My youth endeavors, drifting lines,

those hedges where I’d hide

 

Have all been trimmed or taken down,

left nothing to deny

 

There’s a clarity that comes with age,

lens sharpened, filters off

 

Regrets left bleeding where they fell,

to die amongst the frost

 

When morning comes my eyes are clear,

the past a long goodbye

 

My vision focused on my dreams

—no longer asking why

 

(Bryn Mawr College: April, 2020)

 

 

In the song of the antelope,
the Prince heard his Queen

Now locked in a convent,
her beauty unseen

The tower still distant,
its ramparts on guard

Just one point of entry,
a hero’s reward

The mist in the valley,
her prison unseen

Through clouds in the distance,
her pleadings, her screams

The miles before him,
twin antlers ahead

His future unfolding
—his destiny wed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)

Some words forever born inclined,

others bred in shadows

 

Verse conceived and left unread

—to wander lost and fallow

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

The writing,

compensates itself

in the writer

 

Every word

an inheritance,

each phrase self-endowed

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

Remembering the present,

forgetting the past

 

Turning into the other

—the moment recast

 

(Villanova University: April, 2020)

I wandered among the springtime trees,

and in the stillness they reached out

 

To touch each feeling within my heart,

giving cover to my doubt

 

My life sequestered as I walk alone,

past memories deeply felt

 

The social ramblings of a world at war,

now distanced from itself

 

Like nothing’s happened they praise the earth,

their blossoms all ablaze

 

While the quiet thunders upon itself

—inside this twilight haze

 

(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: April, 2020)