I lie down in the shadows
  where no one can reach me

My seventh and last
  place to hide

The sixth was a funeral,
  the fifth when in hospice

The fourth was each time
  that I lied

The third was a promise
  I made to a girl

That she took
  to her own grave

The second a promise
  I made to myself

From a vision
  my Grandmother gave

The first was the darkness
  where I exited that world

On a day that was
  cold and bright

Now the process is finished,
  as I hide for the last time

In the shadows
  —and safe from the light

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2010)