I thought that I had said it all
  but then—my world was changing

I thought that I had seen it all
  until the moment rearranged me

With the hourglass empty and clock run down
   leaves fall with the promise of snow

As I’m left to write a final verse
    inspiration still unknown  

I thought I’d always have in store
   one last memory for my pen

But the truth has spoken, my cupboard’s bare,
   and I’m left here alone—unread

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)