I never read it,
the way it was written

I never wrote it,
the way it should read

The lines connected,
were for me to be broken

A lesson once ending,
is where I began

I spoke out of time,
out of place…out of line

I wrote what I saw,
once the future was gone

I prided myself,
in a vision self nurtured

Asking permission for nothing
—and forgiveness for less

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2017)