You speak to my spirit with logic,
I answer your mind from my soul
With words in two disparate languages,
our discourse to never be whole
Your left hemisphere sealed in a vacuum,
when my right hemisphere comes to call
Though Donne said, “No Man Is An Island”
—you’re marooned there adrift toward the falls
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Buying into the future,
without mortgaging the past
Each day a new indemnity
—a present made to last
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
A tumbleweed Poet,
Mariah’s delight
The wind for a mistress,
the future in flight
A rambling Sage
with a heart full of why
Forgetting the past
—this moment defies
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
Destiny sold
—eternity lost
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
To children,
time is lost
The moment
set free
The instant
sublime
Joy
—the only cost
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
Epistemic Humility,
the world adjusts its crown
Reality filtered through the lens
of who looks, when, and how
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
I do and don’t believe in God,
at exactly the same time
A paradox like the Trinity,
an unwritten verse that rhymes
I feel him inside me with every step,
while knowing he’s not there
I carry his joy within my heart,
though reason not to share
A metaphysical oxymoron,
incomprehensibly proclaimed
And while science tears him limb from limb
—I still call out his name
(Villanova Chapel: February, 2020)
Not what’s written…
but what’s seen
and felt
—then heard
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
On the back side of deliverance,
our paths fated to cross
Your road going toward the light,
my direction all but lost
You stopped and turned toward me,
looking deeply in my eyes
Pity mixed with latent fear
—my fate so redefined
(Septa R5: February, 2020)
Designated driver,
your road to end at last
The choice was yours, mistake inured,
your future now your past
Designated driver,
those high beams in your eyes
A haunting name, the lasting blame
—that night your dreams reprise
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
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