Where would the leaf be
  without the branch

The cowboy drifting
  without the ranch

Where would the wave be
  without the sea

Its motion unformed,
  adrift unseen

Where would a song be
  without a voice

A silent concert,
  a barren choice

And where would you be
  without your soul

Condemned to matter,
  not half—not whole

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2018)