The Hydra

Still holding onto yesterday,

tomorrow calls my name

 

The comfort of what time has blessed,

my life within its frame

 

Those two directions—front and back,

a hydra running loose

 

Do I embrace what’s in the past

—or what is yet to choose

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

 

I’m Gone

All those years,

you didn’t hear me

 

All those years,

you seemed so sure

 

All those days,

you laughed it off

 

All those nights,

I wanted more

 

All those lies,

that dug our gravesite

 

All those tears,

with feeling gone

 

Now at last

my closet’s empty

 

Love fell short

—I stayed too long

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

I Think…

I remember art deco things,

 I remember peaches and wine

 

I remember sirens in the night,

 I remember waving goodbye

 

I remember the boardwalk on a cloudy day,

 I remember an elephant in pink

 

I remember the fire engine returning

 I remember my father—I think

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017) 

    ‘Memories of Margate during the Korean War’