Will the words come,
will the words go
Are they forever,
how do I know
What do I think,
what do I feel
Memory escapes,
a spoke off the wheel
Written in blood,
spoken in rhyme
Forever to echo,
forever sublime
Daffodils scatter,
a wolf howls at bay
Nighttime has answered
—I kneel and I pray
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)