Humanity
comes before
the fact
Sentimentality
comes
after
One steeped
in joy
the other remorse
To shout from
the basement
— or rafters

(The New Room: August, 2025)

The last curtain came down
one evening at nine
its drapery falling
to signal ‘it’s time’
The theater dark
all stagehands have gone
alone in her presence
my final swan song
The exit door opens
a new crowd appears
applauding me onward
past laughter and tears
With one final bow
but never so sure
eternity clapping
— forever’s encore

(The Bryn Mawr Theater: August, 2025)

Stay in the
moment
Time but
a myth
Capture
the essence
Whose instant
encrypts

The truth
of the matter
The heart
of it all
Where feelings
explode
In prescience
— recalled

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)

A master of time
the true lord of himself
Eternity on hold
the moment indwelt

The world at his beckon
tomorrow recalled
This instant his present
— forever enthralled

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)

Writing without
imagery
Breathing without
air
Seeing without
vision
Loving without
care

Words without
meaning
Voice without
song
Hope without
promise
Night without
— dawn

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)

As good
as they got
Clapton
Allman and Page
Their music
still borrowed
the Delta
on stage

Technique
in the offing
devoid
of the pain
As juke joints
and crop shares
sing out
— in refrain

(The New Room: August, 2025)

To bring forth the truth
— most holy
To bring forth the light
— Divine

(1st Book Of Prayers: August, 2025)