That Place I Wander

My level of concern

  goes only so deep

 

I care only to there

  in meters or feet

 

Beyond that depth

  lies a hidden zone

 

Where beneath the caring

  what’s really known

 

In my efforts to hide

  from the surface again

 

My words shelter there

  immune from the pain

 

Below its demeanor

  I now call out to you

 

From that place that I wander

  —and keep out of view

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

 

One Last Memory

I thought that I had said it all

  but then—my world was changing

 

I thought that I had seen it all

  until the moment rearranged me

 

With the hourglass empty and clock run down

   leaves fall with the promise of snow

 

As I’m left to write a final verse

    inspiration still unknown 

 

I thought I’d always have in store

   one last memory for my pen

 

But the truth has spoken, my cupboard’s bare,

   and I’m left here alone—unread

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)