Standing alone
on the altar’s first step,
apprenticeship dethroned

Indentured anew,
my eyes turn inward,
disarmed, but not disowned

A quarter to forever
in the distance ahead,
blank meadows still to quote

The hour glass waiting
upon no man,
to deliver its last joke

Seeds scatter freely,
implanted anew,
words rising where vision bled

Each one a new stone
in eternity’s trail
—the unborn baby fed

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)