A spinner of poetry,
a weaver of prose

A seeker of truth,
or deceiver of both

Will verse be in conflict,
with chapter’s unrhymed

Can the feeling’s transfer,
is there likeness in kind

Will I always remember,
which prayer I must pray

Does the magic get lost,
if the wheat’s in the hay

Can I capture this moment,
be it virtue or vice

In my verse or a novel
—drawing water from ice

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)