As strength deserts
my body
the weights grow
hard to lift
Each rep I fake
four breaths I take
and atrophy
persists

Those muscles ripped
in times long past
but memory
to me now
An aging racehorse
on the hill
one step
— beyond the plow

(Anytime Fitness: September, 2025)

You can only change
what is
with what isn’t
Where you Christen
this moment
by choice
You can only bless
tomorrow
through memory
Where you choose
to be free
— and rejoice

(1st Book Of Prayers: September, 2025)

For yesterday
today
and tomorrow
There is
but only
one word
YES
to
the future
YES
to the past
YES
to the moment
— unheard

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)

Ten million people
killed by machete
The Congo a hemorrhage
of human despair

Ten million people
whose carcasses rotting
In jungles of torment
— and life’s disrepair

(The New Room: September, 2025)

The rivers of our persuasion
empty
into an ocean of solitude

Leading the swift current
over the rapid shoals
— to greater and greater depths

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)

There was a time
when my vision was raw
but my words
were riper still

There was a time
before there was pain
with the weather
never chill

There was a time
when the wind called my name
zephyrs
fresh and new

There was a time
with my feelings in song
in love with the moment
— and you

(Perelman Center: September, 2025)

Leavened unleavened
risen and stayed
Lost when recovered
joyful dismay

Intrinsic extrinsic
the whole without parts
Tomorrow this moment
stopping to start

Benign and bedeviled
revealed yet unseen
A valid deception
blessed but obscene

The past and the future
hello and goodbye
Affirming rejection
— all truth to belie

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)